the heart is fragile
there is a reason its shielded by a cage
the heart needs the eyes of a person
who knows love
so do not hand such a delicate thing
into the hands
of the blind

Like a phoenix from the ashes,
I will rise
up from this mess.
This test will not distress
me for long.
Gone are the days of
warped god living,
giving my soul to the
sun baked afternoons by
the lake.
I will take all
the **** that the
enemy has to offer,
with a smile, and ask for more.
This season will only
last a little while.
Spring will
return, and when they
burn my world, I shall
rise, like a phoenix
from the ashes.

I believe
deep down
I am a bad person

It just so happens to be
that the mask
I am wearing
has a good face
and seems to be covering up
my true bad self
somewhat well

Yet,
if I don't take care and watch out
it might crack
and
blow my cover

When there are different colors in a rainbow
You accept it with a bow,
When the same colour is on someone's face,
Why call them a different race?
Everyone's colour of blood is red
Then why discrimination is fed?
Why do you teach your children besides
That some of their friends must be cast aside?
Everyone is created by God's law
Without a flaw.
Then why should you be an outcast
Because of your caste?
We are all humans
So let's be humane