This is an ode to lovers
Lovers who create storm
The people for whom
Rebellion is the norm

Making the world as we know
Like birds making their nest
Penning words out of their soul
Taking bullets on their chest

Scientists, mathematicians, Buddhas
Rebels who usurp the crown
Musicians, painters, discoverers
Are all lovers deep down

The people who create
All music, painting, and dance
The people for whom
Revolution is romance

Always ahead of their time
And often misunderstood
Who love the world regardless
Of what world puts them through

This is an ode to lovers
Whom the world fails to see
The purest forms of souls
That there will ever be