There are seven billion souls
You can learn to call your own
But there’s only really one
That you can know
And there are seven billion songs
You can hear upon the wind
But there’s only really one
That you can name
It has seven billion words
And the language that they’re in
Is the only one that
Ever stays the same
And the only time
That you won’t ask why
Is when I say I love you
As we ride into the night
Richard Schnap is a poet, songwriter and collagist living in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. His poems have most recently appeared locally, nationally and overseas in a variety of print and online publications.
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