I want to feel thine love,
I want to seek above,
But tell me first,what is love?
And how it is better,
Than a cold mountain dove?
Guide these proud feet of mine
Into thine eternal heart,
Guide these dump heart of mine
Into thine eternal love.
Teach me how to love others,
For it seems I have forgotten it all,
In ways that might make me a hater,
But it shall help me later.
Hold my hands,
For these too want to meet their beloved.
My mind craves for what it seems,
A forgotten vague dream,
But I know where my heart rests,
Between thy bossom and thy sea.
The Dead Revolutionary