He Still Believes in Love
You Are Correct
Peace-and-Love Resurgence · Death of an Idealist · Reflective Indie Rock
#VERSE
It wasn’t supposed to
End this way
Bald from chemotherapy
Last hints of peach fuzz now pure gray
Oncologist says, “Yes, one year
If you’re lucky, maybe two”
Each morning, his joyful face goes on
But it twists to pain by noon
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And deep below his furrowed brow
There’s a promise waiting to pop out
A message from a different time
So clear, yet so hard to define
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You might see him grimace in the grocery aisle
But the cancer didn’t melt his smile
The messed-up world is why he grieves
Hopes of his youth dying on a silent breeze
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But in his heart, he still believes
In love
Still believes
He still believes in love
Still believes
He still believes in love
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#VERSE
Too young to be a hippie
But he cherished all those songs
Seeds planted by the singers
Made him sure love fixed all wrongs
For sixty years he meant to act
But time in daydreams dripped away
Said he’d march to help the weak
Now he is weak, and dreams decay
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He won’t let disillusion cloud his bright blue eyes
Swears those precious songs still had the message right
Still sings every word—won't call those themes a lie
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Now he’s in the drive-thru lane
Tired eyes echo years of pain
Talk of war on radio makes him grieve
Hopes of his youth in the deepest deep freeze
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But in his heart, he still believes
In love
Still believes
He still believes in love
Still believes
He still believes in love
#BRIDGE
He pulls the peace sign from his pocket
Years back, the chain of the medallion broke
Rubs his nervous thumb ’cross tarnished brass
Gets teary-eyed at God’s sick joke
Society walks in rusted handcuffs
Snapped shut by greedy, gray-haired fools
He dreams a new youth culture
Rediscovers peace and love as jewels
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#VERSE
He’s tired now, can’t fully remember
How love and protests were once linked
And those clever bumper-sticker slogans?
It hurts his brain to even think
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All those days are too far gone
Long forgotten, like the songs
Long forgotten, like the songs
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Now he breathes stale air of a hospice bed
Cancer ravaged his gut but not his head
He tells loved ones, “Hang on, don’t grieve
My message needs to outlive me”
And they all know exactly what he means
#CHORUS
That in his heart, he still believes
In love
In his heart, he still believes
In love
In his heart, he still believes
In love
Now he drifts to dreams of his grandkids
Taking the baton
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