Something isn't right and it's calling out to me.
A blinded mass crawling and craving, if only you could see.
Visions of paradise lost and possibilities came to me
Granted by Gods and swept by fallen angels.
What words could I say to gift you the openness of a single day
Where no city lights, no gas guzzling cars or gangs and street fights
Bloodied up our atmospheres like the oil and pollution we pour out every year.

But look, I know people have said it before,
And we are so small, how could damage be done by one bore?
Surely not hundreds, digging for something more.
Yet we've forgotten where yonder rests that further shore.
Where angels walk and god can be felt.
It will be found no where else, then directly in your heart and under your pelt.

To be honest, I have no companions.
I walk completely alone.
But when it's silent in the day and a tear begins to drip,
I know I've touched something miraculous and when I try to speak of it..

This is when my words begin to slip.

But it translates itself, to those who wish to hear.
That among the pain and suffering of this life, never do fear.
Because that spirit you know within yourself is a reflection mirror clear.
So let that show your heart and not your mind or body.
Those are overrated by those who are truly shoddy.
And the sad thing is, it's the most among us.
So when you feel like things have gone astray,
Remember what you know to be true,
And never, never look away.
Because within that reflection I see something so beautiful,
Covered and scared.

Buy this, buy that, cover it up, don't think about it.

This is the way they live.