i could say so much stuff
so much lies
so much hate
perhaps the lullaby
the lullaby my mother sang
taught me how to be kind
the woods are on fire
the animals are on fire
so much lies
so much hate
perhaps
perhaps the gentle coos
the gentle coos of their mothers
taught them to be kind
they will remain kind.
i will remain kind.
driven by instinct,
or driven by heart.
Feb 19, 2025
Feb 19, 2025 at 8:25 PM UTC
i could say so much stuff
so much lies
so much hate
perhaps the lullaby
the lullaby my mother sang
taught me how to be kind
the woods are on fire
the animals are on fire
so much lies
so much hate
perhaps
perhaps the gentle coos
the gentle coos of their mothers
taught them to be kind
they will remain kind.
i will remain kind.
driven by instinct,
or driven by heart.
even if we are kind,
we keep on fire.
oh, god, how can i remain kind,
when the whole world’s blind?
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