The Ballad Of Love And Hate

Hate keeps his head up and walks through the street. Every stranger and drifter he greets. And shakes hands with every loner he meets with a serious look on his face. Love arrives safely with suitcase in toe. Carrying with her the good things we know. A reason to live and a reason to grow To trust, to hold, to care Hate sits alone on the hood of his car without much regard to the moon or the stars. Lazily killing the last of a jar of the strongest stuff you can drink. Love takes a taxi, a young man drives As soon he sees her hope fills his eyes. But tears follow after at the end of the ride. Cause he might never see her again. Hate gets home lucky to still be alive. He screams over the sidewalk and into the drive. The clock in the kitchen says two fifty five And the clock in the kitchen is slow. Love has been waiting patient and kind. Just wanting a phone call or some kind of sign. That the one that she cares for who's out of his mind Will make it back safe to her arms. Hate stumbles forward and leans in the door. Weary head hung down, eyes to the floor He says, “Love I'm sorry” and she says, “What for?” “I'm yours and that's it, whatever” “I should not have been gone for so long” “I'm yours and that's it, forever” “Your mine and that's it, forever”