Love seven days a week.

The breath is changing in the rain
Colors of vampires obstaining
No longer molesting
There is no need to beg
Your demon can leave you to be free
If you drop to your knees
And let God into you
Fill you with Grace
Soothing your soul
So your breath is pure
And you can care
For that is what we are
Love.
It can't be found in a book
No pastor can slap it on your head
It is love and it is life
To give.
And breath life into those who are dead
And I don't mean mouth to mouth
But that could happen as well.