disbelief gives way to love

is there somewhere to go between bitterness and hope?
is there some place to reside inside claims of belief
that eliminate pride, but trust our insides to make our best decisions
lovely child, you're forgiven
before you even take steps
and i wonder where we're headed
the further we go
the more we lose that hope
the more we gain a bigger scope
nobody knows
and when we call something negative
that gives way to responses that won't be so positive
eliminating both words from our vocabulary
might make it easier to deal with our weariness
times are changing
all the time they do change
people ask questions like "yes? no?" and "how so?"
and the words "i don't know" are stuck repeating around
and the shower rain mixes with tears dripping down and around
and around and around, the drain, i never came to say
anything
anyway

and questions surround me
i'm convinced that i'm incapable of believing
until i reach down at nothing and look up to love to say something
and love's all i can say
love is all i live for
love encompasses my way
and i look up to love
it's my emotional gage
flipping back and forth on a singular way
of only love.

i'll take that with me.
when i can't take its recipients, i can take the origin
and it's love.