The paths of love

I'm a lonely soul in a busy world, a world that we all helped to build.
 

Building walls all around of us, to shield ourselves from the hurt of love.

But love is good and love is bad and sometimes love will make us sad.

But love you should and love you will, knock down the walls and build a hill.

Sometimes up, sometimes down, on every hill that path is found.

And on that path you'll sometimes fall, but love is made to touch us all.