It lies in all of us
Sleeping...waiting
And though unwanted...unbidden
It will stir
Open its jaws
And howl
It speaks to us
Guides us
Passion rules us all
And we obey
What other choice do we have
Passion is the source of our finest moments
The Joy of Love
The Clarity of Hatred
And the Ecstasy of Grief
It hurts sometimes more than we can bear
If we could live without Passion
maybe we'd know some kind of peace
But we would be hollow
Empty rooms
Shuttered and dank
Without Passion
We would be truly dead
Passion