My shift in revolution has pulled trickery far out its hat
A sudden wave of miracles have slipped through my life
Perfection has beaten down on my rights
And honesty has worn the cape of invisibility
So be gone with love
Be gone with worth
And leave that which comes on its own
For baggage's aren't rare in this life we bare
And vanity puts to ease a head on white sheets

My little home knows
Of broken locks
And misheard knocks
And even through thunder and storm
My Little home knows
What comfort should hold
When days are harsh
And agonised are our faith
My little home knows
When strangers come more than love ones do
My little home knows
Just what to do
When pain sweetens our hate
And shed what little compassion remains
My little home knows
For my heart has been my home
All these years

Tired souls are brave
Despite how sedated life has wailed
Cleansing sins that weigh down on our feels
Leaving only an image of what one wishes to see
But prudent are our hopes
Of never being below a sinking hole
As time reflects upon our silly ways
And preposterous are the blood that makes us whole.

Giving sense to what life holds
We seek out love from rotten souls
And ******* at the results we hold

Bad things don't happen to bad people
Relics know,
Serving high the expectations of karma in disguise
Opting that time reflects a million lies
But deeds have never paid full its price
And stagnant are the perspectives of a rich life
But never has it been
A slight try at feeling alive
Boning traditions within the warfare of pride.

Bad things don't happen to bad people my child
Giving grace to strangers in the looking glass we hide.

No differ have thee
In the air I breath
Nor is there any guilt to sink
A humans rage is as tranquil as the sea
For yet there are ways in which pain must be
But beneath ocean beds
Lies secrets kept far from thee
Leaving floaters in pain and agonies

No differ have thee
In the acceptance of defeat
Reaching for thin lines to save thee
In shallow dreams
One must know of anxiety

So no differ have thee
In the eyes that meet
Amongst love and beliefs
That subdue our feet

Aspirations bewildered by emotions
Taunting hope from ever becoming real
A winner I shall be
No matter what the odds may seem
Fueling sadness is not what I dream
But sometimes I do fear
As humane as death may be
It ought to be set free
From religion to division
This humanity needeth not saving from its greed
For aspirations have been bewailed by emotions
But
A winner I shall be

I did my best,
And then someone told me that because I was dark they couldn't see the dark circles around my life
My presence brought gloomy feels so strong they wish for me to be gone
And seldom grown was the belief that life can be used wisely
So I cried for help, with a pillow besides my halo
And religiously corrected my every hate
For I know I did my best
But better is what I have repent.