Rise, they say, rise in love,
That you mustn’t fall,
But I beg to differ
I don’t think they understand at all,
If you were meant to rise,
Staying alone would suffice.
To love will always mean to fall,
You will need to bend
And that’s how it will stand tall,
While you must not part with who you are,
You’ll have to walk some miles in their shoes,
Stay with them, whether near or far.
So when they say, rise,
rise in love,
I think they don’t understand,
They don’t understand love at all.