I want to fly in the face of reality,
While still clinging to this spinning ball,
To find evidence of this simplicity:
That love can conquer all.
Is there not universality
To this repeated truth,
Not confined to eternity,
After God restores our youth?
I want to love angry young men.
I want to love hard hearted old.
I want to love exploited women
And children whose lives were sold.
I, now, have no debt to pay
Nor obligation to untie.
So, please, don't beg me to stay.
Just fondly wish me good bye...
Unless..
You want to come with me
To fly
In the face of reality.