What's It For

What's it for?
 Is it for the one that you adore?
 Or is it more the thought?
 Have you got an axe to grind,
 A point to prove,
 To the father who did wrong by you,
 And the mother who has seen it through?
 Light it up,
 Set it off,
 Let it not be forgotten
 That our love is huge,
 And cannot be broken.
 These pictures and letters will tie it together,
 Will make it immune,
 To lies and truths.
 What's it for?
 Is it for the one that you adore?
 Do you need to give her more?
 Where nothing's private, nothing's yours,
 Just a tally, just a score,
 Of a thing that can't be measured
 And which is its own reward.
 Light it up,
 Set it off,
 Let it not be forgotten
 That our love is huge,
 And cannot be broken.
 These pictures and letters will tie it together,
 Will make it immune,
 To lies and truths.