Why is it we’re so bent and prone to harm?
Is there no potion, remedy or charm
To change our wayward tendencies and cure
A malady whose nature is obscure?
What thing is universal that we share
That might unite humanity in care
To override aggression, greed and fear,
Leaving our nature purified and clear?
It’s love alone, as is so often said,
Exalting heart above revolting head,
That leads to peace and precious harmony
Solving our errant nature’s mystery.
If you would know what peace is fashioned of,
It’s love, it’s love, it’s love, it’s love, it’s love.