Across the sea on a sacred isle,
Two souls may merge, and hearts are smiling
To see what peace can surely endure
When given the space to love.
A rook with wings of tar has come,
Head of iron, feet like aerials
Reaching deep to fibres that hum
'Give them some space to love'.
A scorpion sifting sand with its claws
Adorns the sun with dazzling glances.
His faith in light is never undone,
Just give him some space to love.
TV screens once littered the surf,
Crackling hard with static surveillance
Of torture, soon made vapour to hearts
Given the space to love.
Labours spent on torturous spells
Only yield reciprocal hell
On bodies whom to each other mean well,
Screaming 'give us some space to love'.
Two boys row for the isle, heading west,
Oars in synch, caressing the ocean skin,
Equal and at harmony's breast,
Now granted the space to love.
On sands that soothe, Under skies that heal,
Hearts are calm, embraces firm
As the rooks and the scorpions whisper
'we've given them space to love'.
On sands that soothe, Under skies that heal,
Hearts are calm, embraces firm
As the rooks and the scorpions whisper
'we've given them space to love'.
On sands that soothe, Under skies that heal,
Hearts are calm, embraces firm
As the rooks and the scorpions whisper
'we've given them space to love'.
Given them space to love.
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