(C) Copywritten 2003
Our blood shall churn and we shall heal.
Our blood is many things to us
And in our blood, our health we trust.
It flows beneath flesh from the time of our birth,
It flows beneath flesh and provides us with warmth.
It flows beneath flesh and brings feeling to touch,
It flows beneath flesh with emotions much.
Our blood rushes forth through the temple of love
And on to the cradle of thoughts up above.
It reaches to every inch of our skin
It passes from us to the next of our kin.
It flows day and night to keep us all alive
It flows day and night without rules or design.
It flows day and night rich with power and lust
It flows day and night deep within each of us.
It spills from our bodies in our battles of hate
What memorable grounds stained with blood does it make.
The ruby red life drained from our very veins
Acts like a great river, flowing steadfast with pain.
It flows from our hearts to show our torment
It flows from our hearts like the lives we have spent
It flows from our hearts with such violent thrust
It flows from our hearts from the dawn into dusk.
To some it is love, to others it's life
For some it is honor and a reason to fight.
Some leak their own blood in an effort to free
Themselves from the lives that blood made to be.
It flows once again with each child that is born
It flows once again from each wound that is torn.
It flows once again with each passage of time
It flows once again; of existence, a sign.
Blood carries life, both in science and song
It's always a mark of true emotions.
For red is the color of both love and hate;
Blood carries life in its reddest most state.
