Description
From Chapter 17, “Guilty,” of It’s Impossible by J H McIntosh — Act I: Love Awakens.
Aaron's Innocence is a quiet reflection of the "love" he has experienced in the past that he now recognizes was essentially "transactional." Now, for Belle he is feeling something so tender, so full of grace that it rocks his understanding of the meaning of love. He gently explores the ache of feeling misunderstood while holding onto a hope that transcends judgment. The song breathes with cello and oboe. It reminds us love’s true power lies in its unwavering presence, even when unreturned. Listening is an opportunity to sit with a deeper sense of peace and acceptance within self.
Lyrics
Love as a shadow once followed me,
But now it’s the light that sets me free.
Before I knew your name, I was half-alive,
Drifting through the years, trying to survive.
Just one word from you, a glance, a flame,
And I knew my soul would never be the same.
Why is love a crime, when it’s pure, when it’s fate?
When it asks for nothing. never needs to take?
If innocence is guilty, then let me be tried,
For the love that stays, even when denied.
Even if I fade to a ghost of myself,
My heart will keep beating where your memory dwells.
I ran with joy, then walked through shame,
Bearing a sentence, with no name.
They said my love is wrong, should never be,
Then why did God write love inside of me?
Why is love a crime, when it heals, when it shines?
When it mirrors His mercy, unmeasured by time?
If innocence is guilty, then I’ll stand confined,
For a love that stays, even when maligned.
You raged at the wrong, still you stood so strong,
And I saw the beauty of your soul all along.
Through every tear, I found my call,
To love as He loves, expecting nothing at all.
Before I was born, He knew me, set me apart.
Maybe this love was written, in the first beat of my heart.
The greatest fail, would be to die,
While we remain strangers, you and I.
So I’ll live this truth, whatever it costs,
That love unreturned is still never lost.
Why is love a crime, when it’s holy, divine?
When it births the best of this heart of mine?
If innocence is guilty, then I’ll serve the time,
For this love stays… even if never returned in kind.
Love as a shadow once followed me,
Now it’s the light, that sets me free.
