Hello, Dear Passion

It's a blessing to do and the love that we live for
But it's the grind of the soul when the powers at be
Compare you to numbers and figures
And paint by the image they see
And not the soul in the words
Or the sounds in their ears

And they'll beat you over and over and over
But we hang on for dear life my friends
We hang on for dear passion
We hang on for dear love and your love
And dear love and your love and your love