Triage

I think I know what love is, forgiveness for a start Room for those you love to hate somewhere inside your heart There are those who say that love is naught but gossip column news Or old roller skates that fasten to the bottom of your shoes Love Some say love's a meditation on everything we are Good, bad, and indifferent, self-righteous and bizarre It's right there in the crosshairs, our every last mistake The sinners we've made holy, the saints we've burned at stake If love is revelation and love we thus receive It all comes down to knowing less Than most of us alone believe If you're asking me what love is, here's what I might say You can find it out there anywhere on any given day It's an endless stream of consciousness obtained in drips and drabs And a chance to do the right thing when there's no one keeping tabs If love is what we make it, as you reap so you sow (love, love) The yang and yin, the where and when The first and last to come and go Love is all creation, love is manifest (love, love) It's love when we're all given life And love when we're all laid to rest Love