It lies in all of us.
sleeping, waiting,
and though unwanted, unbidden…
it will stir, open its jaws and howl.
It speaks to us, guides us…
Passion rules us all and we obey,
What other choice do we have?sleeping, waiting,
and though unwanted, unbidden…
it will stir, open its jaws and howl.
It speaks to us, guides us…
Passion rules us all and we obey,
and the ecstasy of grief.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear.
If we could live without passion maybe we’d know some kind of peace…
but we would be hollow, empty rooms, shuttered and dank.
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear.
If we could live without passion maybe we’d know some kind of peace…
but we would be hollow, empty rooms, shuttered and dank.
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