Better to Love
Nothing stays the same,
We sing,
we dance,
We weep,
We grieve for what was,
For what might be,
And what may have been,
And so we love,
For it's better to love,
To feel our heartbeat,
We dance,
For it's better to dance,
To feel the wind in our hair,
And to chase the end of rainbows,
Hoping love might be found there,
Better this,
Then stand at the side,
And watch.
John Roberts
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