Michael Woodhead

LOVE, HERE, HAS DIED

Written & Composed by Michael Woodhead
Copyright © 1969, 2020

I pass through multi-coloured skies
I pass between a pair of eyes
Which stare at me through timeless space
Upon a blank and weary face

Love, here, has died, they said
Love, here, has died, and we are dead
Love, here, has died, they cried
So I passed on to the other side

I pass through holes that I can find
For every place -- an open mind
Which opens up to let me in
I see the change of good and sin


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