Love?
Yes, to love, it is to live.
But how does one love with a wilting heart?
How generous can a hand that's felt the flames of hell be;
will it know gentleness and kindness
or be held captive to the tortures of the world?

How free can a hurt mind be;
will it coil up into its own thoughts
and drown out its own voice,
not utter a word even when it's in dire need,
cos it bleeds, more than any other could ever believe,
how much can one longing to live give.

How much hope can a broken vessel have;...