It’s not the passion but it is the love
That lifts the hearts seeking to rise above
The pulse and the fray of everyday stress
That tatters our dreams, our spirits depress.
I’d like to know how to set things aright
To parry with foes attacking the light
Granting respect for each other instead
Helping another to share our life’s bread.
This is the way that good folk need to be
If they hope that freedom will remain free,
Peace is the reason we’ve chosen to care
Love is the gift we must learn how to share !