But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
Won’t you share a part, of a weary heart, that has lived a million lies
Hey, you know what paradise is?
It’s a lie, a fantasy we create about people and places as we’d like them to be
But you know what the truth is?
It’s that little baby you’re holding, it’s that man you fought with this morning,
the same one you’re going to make love with tonight,
That’s truth, that’s love.
A song that spoke to me right after one of my darkest nights passed…