My thoughts beget a signaling
Foreshadowed by a distancing
Of me from all who's listening
Yet seek to hurt this little thing
Oh Sun whose job it is to shine
Why not make this deed a crime?
Don't shine your gift on those who see
This hurting person wrapped in grief
Yet make the time to oversee
The evidence the hurting seek
Revert their eyes from my great pain
The Pen doth write to free the chains
Whose weight will take away and drain
The spirit unto which its lain
Oh tree whose job it is to give
Even to those who wish not to live
Forgive, Relive, Outlive my sins
Yet you stay put provide therin
Not for my sake to save the day
Don't need a cape to pave the way
For all mankind to follow thine
Don't judge a soul for it won't shine