The summer after winter after a summer to a winter.
Walking days, walking endlessly.
Walking through the night, drifting aimlessly.
Civilizations of ants roaming desperately.
Meaningless gesture, the one we call history.
War, famine, destruction, misery and hate.
Those are the humans that we obayed.
Love is the answer but what was the question?
Love is the truth but what are we missing?
Faded, into the back of the mind.
Marching one step at a time.
Surviving per one minute.
Love IS the answer, love IS the question.
Love IS the absolution, Love IS the redemption.
Love IS.
