Believing were all compassionate and loving is the hardest thing I've ever done.

Morning,
I cry for the hurt
The body covered with 6 feet of dirt
I cry for the mistake
The painful longing for us to wake
Up in the air are hands
Down to the bone I feel it
Nod my head
It won't happen again

Afternoon,
Tell myself I'm grateful for my skin
When did it begin?
Me being thankful for this pigment
I hate it
Again, I cry
For those who try to be strong
When the world has been so wrong
Nod my head
It won't happen again

Evening,
When it all gets a little too much
Hope becomes a crutch
Keeping my head above water
Still drowning in sadness
Being eaten whole by disappointment
Feeling stunned and cold
Nod my head
It won't happen again

Night,
Nod my head
It always happens again