Under the too much hate that we’ve accumulated it’s hard to call upon love — that meta vibe that heals everything. If we don’t understand ourselves, loving every bit that makes up who we are, we will never be able to know the real meaning of love.
Love Conquers All Love conquers all Like dew on glass That cascades slowly On summer mornings Love conquers all Like a playful soul That runs in the prairie At 5a.m in the morning Love conquers all Like a clang that resounds Through an empty hall The echo of something Love conquers all We need to open our heart To let the melody pour in And dance to its sound Dew glides down The soul plays around The clang resounds And love conquers all.
