Love is in the heart of all living things.
It is the blood that moves throughout the body.
I have followed it to freedom.
But where freedom lasts, our hearts eventually die.
So long as my body dies, leave my blood.
Let my blood pour out of me,
as its liquids water this earth.
For where my body rests, my soul will be released and taken into His grace.
But my blood will remain, to love this world, back to life.
