Is There Still Anything That Love Can Do?

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Is there still anything that love can do?

I was born into this world with nothing
I'm writhing within a moment of eternity
Only those who give up, and those who are clever
Draw breath in this age of winners

Rulers and gods pretend not to notice from afar
But I bet they know what's really going on
Courage, hope, and the magic of shared bonds
Have no use here, so the adult avert their eyes

But you still remain, as you did since that day
The very center of my entire sense of right and wrong
Even after the world has turned its back on you
You're still right here, fighting back

Is there still anything that love can do?
Is there still anything that I can do?

You gave me this courage,
so I want to use it for your sake
We shared this love,
so there's no meaning without you

Is there still anything that love can do?
Is there still anything that I can do?

Fate is basically however the dice falls, right?
Or perhaps it's merely God's usual whimsy
We cannot remove the armor that was made for us
Or perhaps some far-off day, it will be our unfaltering will

Wishes that don't come true, reunions that never occur,
Misunderstandings that are never set straight, and hatred that piles up in droves...
Voices forgiving one another, hands grasping one another...
Even today this planet lives on, keeping them close at heart

Is there still anything that love can do?
Is there still anything that I can do?

You gave me this courage,
so I want to use it for your sake
I nurtured this love with you, 
so there's no meaning without you

Is there still anything that love can do?
Is there still anything that I can do?

We have nothing, so why were we given a dream?
Our lives will someday end, so why were we given hope?
Why were we only given things that will slip through our hands?
Even now we cling to them... does that make us ugly?
Or does it make us beautiful?

Answer me

Love songs have been sung to death.
In movie after movie, they've been recited to death.
You, and I, were born into such a wasteland. But even so...

There's still something that love can do.
There's still something that I can do.

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