What makes me the man I am? What makes me the man I want to be? What allows me to live? The singing, silent love love love that gives me hope and gracious flowers to wreath and wring my hands in. Give me love that pours out of my hands, like fountains and everlasting flues that dart in and out of homes nesting birds eggs and clean, deep soot. Give me that love and allow me to give it to myself.