Climbing through the windows of one's soul
It should be thought their sunglasses were stuck deep inside the couch of their home
Because the story cannot be read unless the frames are right
And the past cannot be heard without a sense for tone.

The good die young, there is no simpler way
And the simplicity of innocence, ***** by man's lust
Once heavenly, now dismal at best
Webster's entry burned at trust

Ash remains from the evils of humanity
Fear dwells in the shadows
The forceful transition to reality
Leaves nothing but the deafening blindness of truth

But where the sea meets the horizon
Stands a beautiful phoenix of two
That torches the dark
And mends the heart of loneliness

The beauty of the world is not found in makeup
But merely the naked faces and true inner colors

The happiness of the world is not found in dependent love
But merely the personal security of the soul

The peace of the world is not found by the debasement of all evil
But merely the patience of those eager to settle contrasts

The uniqueness of the world is not found by being different
But merely respecting those who are

The reality of the world is not found through scorning the past
But merely admiring the lengths reaches since

The perfection of the world is not found through dreamed ideals
But merely the belief they can be reached

The world is not found 100 million miles from the sun
But merely on the faces of its amazing children

Don't be so foolish to think you even belong anywhere.

If you were born to stay in one place, God would've made you a tree.