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quiet
quiet as starlings walking on grass is the no train whistle not yet calling, the no combustion not yet whirring, the no drive whine not yet screeching or squealing today -- all while the no rain, holding off its wet and falling, remains content with rations of gray.
and quiet as the no train not yet rolling is the no abusing, the no berating, and the no reproaching -- while the not yet weeping no fall rain is waiting to approach the ground and loosen the hold of a not yet scolded dressing-down.
and silent, as leaves postpone release and delay descending, is the driving wheel, content to hold on tight to its not expending, content not to cough or roll or move, not to pull, push off or run away, content not to offend the no sound that it knows will end, sooner or later, some time today.
I am here to love and I am here to learn. Have I come to hope or am I here to burn? Am I here to laugh or just to sing the blues? Maybe all I need to know is I love you.
[Chorus] We don't know the answers. We just try some on for size. Are we being tested? Or is the reason found in someone else's smile, Found deep inside another's eyes?
Am I here to plead? I know I'm here to cry. Do I concede and file away my dreams before I die? I'm there for revelation. I'm here without a clue. But maybe all I need to know is I love you.
[Repeat chorus]
I am here to race and I am here to bleed. I am here to have my say. Or maybe just to read my lines? Will I know despair or just admire the view? Maybe all I need to know is I love you. Maybe all I need to know is I love you.