It's all about putting food on the table when you're older.

But what about the food for my soul?

What will I do when my heart is hungry?

Money comes from jobs, where does soul food come from?

Momma's kitchen bakes no breaded lies, food on the table will always be more important than the food for my soul.

I knew a girl that bled bouquets,

her tears perfumated with the sweet scent of sorrow,

and I fell in love with the way she wore her pain.

All is fair in love and war,
so do not be surprised when the roses of my love wilt into stems,
sickled with thorns.

/ˈspɪrɪtʊs muːndɪ/

The general spirit of the world; forgetting the factions human kind has constrained itself into.

somewhere sometime someone loved you
and in the end of all things
when we all meet in the great hall of eternity
someone somehow will speak up for you.

Amen.