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I Should Have Said


To all my fellow brothers and sisters
I offer nothing less than my love
And to my Home I offer the sturdiest of my belief
That which counts before another’s truth that I can’t see
Headed for goodness, the one exactness
Whatever it may or may not be, it's trackless
Not for me to imagine in the least
Since I cannot know, I’d be wrong, see
So I am trying my best at just being Me
More should try themselves on for size
At what they find they might be surprised
O, Let it go
Let of what you cannot possibly know
Come along before it’s too late
Might as well be Love
beats the hell out of hate
Boom boom
Dance and sing the heart’s satisfaction
Dance beneath the sky
Laugh with a child’s reaction

Remember three words
"I Love You"
No need to cry my brother, my sister
Only need rejoice in Home
In kinship to one another, father and mother
Life rising up to greet us with a kiss on the cheek
Inheriting the (H)eartH, it’s not just for the meek
It’s for those who've given up and those who still seek
Who travel the world for the truth hidden from their eyes
Who pray for others to see instead of looking inside

How can you see what isn't known
How can you know what isn't seen
No No No No
I should have said
You can’t know what’s only believed
No No No No
I should have said

When I was a child I knew what Love was
I knew what Home was
I knew what I was
Who I was
Then I was told I didn’t know
That I should act without thinking
Think without acting
I’m confused, I said
Don’t be, they told me
You learn from practicing
I’m the teacher
now repeat after me

No No No No
I should have said
No No No No
I should have said
No No No No
How can you teach what isn't known
How can you teach what isn't seen
No No No No
I should have said
You can’t teach what’s only believed
No No No No
I should have said
I should have said
I should have said


© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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