Stones build hills little by little
Don't cry
All's forgiven
Though you know all's forgiven
You're riddled with little guilty details
Let them all go
God is a symbol so brittle and strong
All's forgiven
We confused your additions of quibbles and riddles
With truth
Which is love
Let the rest go
Just want the best of you
Yet any less is contradiction
I want the best from you
The deal it seems is my submission
But I will not concede the way to live and love and so on
It'd break me down
Unless it's loving you
Then I will acquiesce
I would concede my will one time
Though nowhere nothing flows
I know we're not alone