To die for love,
To lose one's shell to reprove
is beyond all morals and sacrifice
Sincerely willing to pay any prize
To lay one's flesh to be broken
Or nailed to the cross as token
the blind is not who loses his sight
but who do not wish to see right
After death there may be nothing true
Good done may be of no value
but behind love is a flight into light
Where we come out and turn to the right.