Run like a race for family
When you hear like you're alone
The rusty gears of morning
And faceless, busy phones.
We gladly run in circles
But the shape we meant to make is gone.
And love is a tired symphony
You hum when you're awake.
And love is a crying baby
Mama warned you not to shake.
And love's the best sensation
Hiding in the lion's mane
So I'll clear the road, the gravel
And the thornbush in your path
That burns a scented oil
That I'll drip into your bath.
The water's there to warm you
And the earth is warmer when you laugh.
And love is the scene I render
When you catch me wide awake.
And love is the dream you enter
Though I shake and shake and shake you.
And love's the best endeavor
Waiting in the lion's mane
Writer(s): Samuel Ervin Beam
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