TO LOVE AND BE LOVED
By Hmynj
The book is yet unwritten
Our story is still being told
A tale about how lives and how this will unfold
The ink is made of feelings
The pages are our hearts
The words are our emotions expressed as love
And as the many days they come and pass away
The question that we ask is: what is here to stay?
And one day when we are on our final resting place
These are the only moments that our soul remembers
Its not about how far you strayed, only that you found your way back home again
It does not matter how hard your heart became, only that you walked the road and you forgave
These are the only moments that will remain, when you can find compassion through all the pain
And rediscover who it is you really are
These are the only moments that our soul remembers
And to love and be loved, that’s the only game our souls came to play
To love and be loved, that’s the only game our souls came to play
Its all in the giving and receiving that we find the gift of life’s true meaning
And rediscover who it is we really are,
These are the only moments that our soul remembers
Its not about the wealth you made
The glory, reputation, nor the fame
It does not matter how much knowledge you’ve gained
Or the righteous path that you deemed to claim
There is only one true victory
The transformation of your own humanity
When you rediscover who it is you truly are
These are the only moments that your soul remembers
And to love and be loved, that’s the only game our souls came to play
To love and be loved, that’s the only game our souls came to play
Its all in the giving and receiving that we find the gift of life’s true meaning
And rediscover who it is we really are,
These are the only moments that our soul remembers
Its not about your story of wounding and pain
Or keeping score of who was wrong and whose to blame
It does not matter how dark your world became
Only that you healed and found your light again
There is no journey that ever goes wrong
Nothing that you cannot come back from
One day you will realise you are the one
Who is always welcome home like the prodigal son
And to love and be loved, that’s the only game our souls came to play
To love and be loved, that’s the only game our souls came to play
Its all in the giving and receiving that we find the gift of life’s true meaning
And rediscover who it is we really are,
These are the only moments that our soul remembers
The book is yet unwritten
Our story is still being told
A tale about how lives and how this will unfold
The ink is made of feelings
The pages are our hearts
The words are our emotions expressed as love
And as the many days they come and pass away
The question that we ask is: what is here to stay?
And one day when we are on our final resting place
These are the only moments that God remembers.