This life is just a film where we play parts
If you take a trip or bad luck hits
Choose the courage of the human heart
Love’s the root of all the good that starts
But power will hide in love until it’s hot
This life might be a film where we play parts
Love and power are sometimes both inert
Yet from real love, the human is begot
With what damage to the human heart?
In error then we falsely do deport
The souls whose ignorance is a woeful threat
This life might be a film where we learn art
In Stalin’s time, the people wrote reports,
Were spies in networks friendship made unthought
With death to courage and the human heart
Of the love of mothers, we forget
Before we spoke she was the heart we met
This life is a great play with many parts
To enhance the courage of our shuddering hearts
