Let the love inside you die

“Let the love inside you die;”
rise above your station–
I know, I know, I try.

First we ask the question why
to chip at its foundation.
“Let the love inside you die.”

Then climbing up we seek the sky
and burst our lamentations–
I know, I know, I try.

Chin up, my child, we do not cry,
we chant our invocation:
“Let the love inside you die.”

We ride the wind, we close our eyes;
we lead the congregation–
I know, I know, I try.

All that pain and still you lie
to raise the dead sensation:
“Let the love inside you die–”
I know, I know, I try.