The Measure of Love

by BRIANNA ROSE BURTON

If the wind was always still and quiet,
And the people sang in silence of their love,
Then how can we pretend to be the victim,
Without knowing the measure of love?

If the sun didn’t rise for days on end,
And the moon stood still, and darkness reign,
How can we see without depression?
Knocking on our doors until it breaks the chain.

Well we can see the sun with all our glory,
And make it last into a life-long dream,
So when we sing of how this became a story,
They’ll know we lasted the war through everything.

But if the wind was always still and quiet,
And the people sang in silence of their love,
Then how can we pretend to be the victim,
Without knowing the measure of love?

But if we denied everything beloved,
And the things of this world came to hate,
Then why does it come out in the end of the day
To be the things that we aspire and convey?

Well life can end in journeys to be started,
And the creatures of the earth can roam,
Like the animals in prairies or the mountains,
Can find a place that they can say is home.

But if the wind was always still and quiet,
And the people sang in silence of their love,
Then how can we pretend to be the victim,
Without knowing the measure of love?