MORE.
this could be the end
we could be living in the end times
and we’re dead already
this could be it
if this is the end
then i will have such a glorious ending
if only my ancestors know
they’d be proud of all the gusto passed on
if my days are numbered
i will love
loud. out. proud. free. strong. you.
the mess of my past less affecting
if the skies will darken
i won’t fight. i won’t kill
rinse these hands of mine
in human flesh
if smoke is far as the eye can see
i won’t murder in darkness
as if the light will never come
i won’t soak my hands in blood
if the alarms sound and they’re on repeat
i won’t run
i won’t fear
there is no fear in love
if this is the end
my end
then i shall have a powerful end
a glorious end
a loving end
a lovely end
because
there has to be more to life
than fear
that not loving
than murder
than blood on your hands
than tolling deaths when the weather breaks
because
there has to be more love
than this
than hate
than violence
than pain
there has to be more love
than this
this could be the end
and we’re living in the last days
not seeing the fiery sky
that’s waiting
giving us one more chance
to love
more
than this
