There was once a guy.
His love could fill the world.
And In his eyes, he sees it all.
He lived with loved with everything he knew.
He loved even when loving was impossible to do.
And everywhere he went.
He took love with him.
Because of his "gift" considered to be as valuable as gold--
often was the target of the hurt and abused souls.
They followed him everywhere.
They mocked and tormented him.
He couldn't quite understand it.
How could love in any capacity be wrong?
Where did this way of thinking come from?
Lack of understanding.
Lack of freedom.
So he packed his things and planned his fate.
He'd make his escape. He made sure it would be great.
So where did the guy with all the love go?
Make no mistake.
It is time for a new way.
Going gone!
Only love stays.
About the Creator
Errol McNeill
I may be just a foolish dreamer
But I don't care
'Cause I know my happiness is waiting out there somewhere
I'm searching for that silver lining
Horizons that I've never seen
I'd like to take just a moment and dream my dream
-L.Richie
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