I love like my life and my lifeline's on the line
like I keep running out of time all the time
like I won't be felt or heard
if I don't repeat my words
and then rhyme
and then give
and then estimate how long everyone else has left to live
to wonder if we'll see each other again after that point
to ponder if my faith can move Everest
to cry over sins
and pay, bargain, pray, and vent
all this just to love again
