Blood Bank.

Blood, blood, blood. A needle and more blood. And you see the drip and the bag and the name tag that has your name. Its your blood. Filling up the life veins of someone else. And all the iron and the cells that you made, but you gave it away. And that life fills another life. Bruises mark the entry point, bruises that remind you, you’re alive and well. And all the pain that they have makes it worth it, and all the sickness that they have makes it well. And in the end you know you gave, ‘cause you’re alive and well. ‘Cause you’re alive. Blood, blood, blood. Blood the color of life, blood the color of love.