Passion

PASSION
It lives in all of us
Sleeping
Waiting
Although unwanted
Unbidden
It will stir
Open it's mighty jaws and howl

PASSION
It's the source of all our finest moments
The joy of love
The pain of grief
The sting of pain

PASSION
It hurts some times more then we can bare
Maybe if we could live without
We'd know some kind of peace
But we'd be hollow
Like old vacant rooms filled with nothing more then air