When we’re empty what will fill our hearts?
What can be created in this space
Where Eros lived creating love’s sweet darts?
War has outdone Love on every chart
What race is run without the nuclear waste?
When we’re empty what will fill our hearts?
No way to grow our love has yet been thought
Even though we know of every taste
Since Eros lived creating love’s sweet darts
Love is free, we find it where we ought
We do not need to grasp to obtain grace
When we’re humble love will fill our hearts
Love cannot be measured on a chart
We see in human beings god’s new face
Eros works creating love’s long darts
Whose the finger that my feature’s traced?
Whose the womb that bore me and embraced?
When we’re empty trust will help our hearts
The gratitude of rivers ,mountains,Arks
