Rules of Love

I do anything and you’ll find something wrong

I grow flowers but they make a mess

I make some music

but it’s too loud I guess

Maybe like this song




I make something

with my hands

and that’s okay

If it’s for you

That’s how it stands




Everything I do seems to bug you …

somehow I don’t know what to do anymore

and I sure don’t know how because all I wanna do is have a life

where I live and learn

and live somehow

With joy

without their being rules

at every turn.

Yeah I yearn

For something called freedom.

And something called love

I want the sum

Where there ain’t no rules from high above

and there ain’t no limits no

on either one.