Imagine love could be bottled
And given to those in need
To those who say they have lost ito
To those who emotionally bleed
Would they use it to heal their wounds
Or store it up out of greed
To keep as as they can so they can sell it
And define our society
As a humanity divided by people
Who are simply happy just to give
While others will only give things
If there is a profit in this.
So maybe it’s good love can’t be bottled
As many would exploit it
So those who are down and sad and lost it
Will never benefit from this
Which may leave them growing bitter
With resentment festering in their hearts
Because they lost their love and it can’t be renewed
And it’s tearing them apart.
But love doesn’t need to be bottled
For its in the soul of everyone
It just feels at times that it’s long gone
So it must be found before to much damage is done.