Some people say soul searching
I wonder how such a thing is happening
All true I may say
To some extended anyway
Some say it is a magical word
Funny how it lands others in the ward
For this is all love, how can we live without it!
You can make it if you are inhuman
But never try, if you a man
You will remain divided forever
Never better in your endeavor
Some try, but fail as expected
Latter brag that they attempted
It all still remains, Love is inevitable.
Jumping from the roof, breaking a leg
Simply because you found misery
Smashing a phone to the wall
For a pic you saw him with another
A wonderful misery man you thought
Now all is turning sour
South is where love is moving to.
Preachers on pulpit protesting about the word
Musicians on stage promoting the word
Church leaders not left behind
But not coming out for some hide
They are neither and either for the word
It’s true it makes some people insane
But we thank the word for the same.