Love کے بول

I sit myself high upon a mountain top and I look far, far across the hills I'm so loaded, man, so deep and full, with all the love and all that is real We gotta cry out and reach out and turn our twisted minds And feel the connection that is between you and all that is alive To be with the smallest and biggest without fear and pride I went through the chappel of dangers a few hundred times And I had to work so hard to keep my love and intuition Not to lose my guts and not to lose my mind I reach out, a step forward, I stumble and I fall All my greed and longing wasn't for real at all So reach out, reach out, get a hand brothers and sisters Grow on your kindness, love, harmony and peace Empty yourselves of everything, gain in losing, thrive in your freedom I tried, but I'm sure you will