What if love doesn’t win?
If penance has nothing to do with sin?
If we’re destined to go backwards, within?
Walls we build up keep us down.
Danger, fear, hatred, rage,
What weight do they add to this tremulous age?
Should I go back to tuning it out?
It used to work, I swear it did,
Could go on with my life,
Assuming mine were all safely hid.
Now we're overexposed
Even in all this darkness.
How can I begin to shed light?
When all I am is noise?
Or worse yet, so far gone,
To believe my words more important than yours.
Does love make less noise than hate?