Is this love?
by Brent D. Scheihagen)
Love is a bit of a mystery.
Wouldn’t you agree?
The source of all things good and pure
Or so it would seem
It’s also the source of such pain
If you believe all of those who start wars
As they come knocking down your doors
Love is a sweet kind of song
You hear now and again
It’s quiet and easily broken by a whisper
And it can come on like a siren
Crowding the thoughts in your head
‘til you think you’d be better off dead
Oh ooo … ooo
Love is a kind of medicine
That heals in the end
The remedy it prescribes is patience
Patience gives way to forgiveness
Forgiveness to emptiness
I think that it’s time I confess
…and in the end, is the love you take
equal to the love you make?
Rowing in our boats
Gently down this stream
Merrily we roll over rapids
In this long unwinding dream
So they say this is life,
But, Lord, I feel so cold
Cuz I’m afraid of losing my soul
Though love’s just this big, empty whole
Oh ooo … is this love?
Oh ooo … ooo
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All instruments and vocals are Brent; recorded in Dallas, TX a few years ago and inspired by a couple of good books.
Image 1 is from Brent's notebooks and is titled "Humanity on the threshold of morality."
Image 2 was created by Vin Scheihagen and is titled "War in Heaven."
Image 3 is a photograph taken by Brent at a derelict military outpost near the city of Keelung, Taiwan (基隆，台灣).
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