How I wish you could see the potentialThe potential of you and meIt's like a book elegantly bound, butIn a language that you can't read just yetYou got to spend some time, loveYou got to spend some time with meAnd I know that you'll find loveI will possess your heart
ben gibbardCan my fond heart, on such a feeble proof,Embrace a faith, abhorred by him I love?I see too plainly custom forms us all;Our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed belief,Are consequences of our place of birth:Born beyond Ganges, I had been a Pagan;In France, a Christian; I am here a Saracen :'Tis but instruction, all! Our parents' handWrites on our heart the first faint characters,Which time, re-tracing, deepens into strength,That nothing can efface, but death or Heaven.
aaron hill