I Don't Think People Give

Quietly They Moved Down The Calm And Sacred River That Had Come Down To Earth So That Its Waters Might Flow Over The Ashes Of Those Long Dead, And That Would Continue To Flow Long After The Human Race Had, Through Hatred And Knowledge, Burned Itself Out.

Is It Not Love That Knows How To Make Smooth Things Rough And Rough Things Smooth?

Of Course, The Greater One's Need, The Greater One's Propensity To Be Mesmerized.

All You Who Sleep Tonight Far From The Ones You Love, No Hand To Left Or Right, An Emptiness Above-- Know That You Aren't Alone. The Whole World Shares Your Tears, Some For Two Nights Or One, And Some For All Your Years.

What Is The Difference Between My Life And My Love? One Gets Me Low, The Other Lets Me Go.