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To Want Without Love

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Marie Conniffe
03/08/2015
Marie Conniffe

Story

I was inspired to write this song after I watched a "Fíorscéal" documentary on TG4 called "Justice For My Sister"

You can find out more about it at http://www.justiceformysister.com

 

The song is dedicated to Adela Chacon Tax and to women everywhere.

 

I decided to release it on International Women's Day as a call to (non-violent, prob best used for hugging) arms.

 

All for love, love for all

 

xxx

Lyrics

To Want Without Love

 

It’s a sin to want without love

It is a sickness, inbred

To conquer, to rape, to hurt and to hate

To believe in your head

 

That she is a demon

That she is a “whore”

That she said “Enough”

Just cos you wanted more

 

When, the dice, they are loaded

Like the gun to her head

Once a mother of three

Now their mother is dead

 

 

This is not your playground

You do not make the rules

It is a world made from love

And we breed the world anew

 

We are the other side

Of the ever-spinning coin

We are the yin to your yang

And we are the fruits of your loin

 

 

So join us, don’t fight us

We are partners in life

We do not try to win

But we are more than your wife

 

We are strong as the gods

And we will rise with the sea

And, when our day has come,

We’ll live together in harmony

 

 

 

It’s a sin to want without love

It is a sickness, inbred

To conquer, to rape, to hurt and to hate

To believe in your head

 

That she is a demon

That she is a “whore”

That she said “Enough”

Just cos you wanted more

 

When, the dice, they are loaded

Like the gun to her head

Once a mother of three

Now their mother is dead

 

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