Who You Love I don’t know who you love; I don’t know where you pray. If you found your sacred ground, you’re gonna to live that way. But the same applies to me: how I live, how I feel, what I believe. I don’t know who made the rules about what I’m allowed to say; seems like I can only speak if I see things your way. I won’t bow; I won’t kneel. Thought police won’t tell me how I feel. I hope that you live a life of wonder, love, and peace. And in that world where you belong, you’d want the same for me. I’ve known thugs, stared ‘em down: won’t let thought police shut me down.