We nurture the mind so that it can be pretty and sufficient
We nurture our hearts so that it can pour compassion and sympathy

The mind is sick
Your heart is weak
So now you sit to riddle and weep.
Moral low
Sanctum none
But yet im blamed for something noones done?
I work
I try
Why am i given that pathetic sigh?
I cry for passion
It is my feelings I ration
Im called lazy
And hazy
Im sick Im sick
Im angry im ******
I believe in HUMANITY cant anyone give a ****?
Im exhausted and lost it I need repercaution.
Give me my MIND
I DEMAND MY SOUL BUT ITS AS BLACK AS COAL
I demand respect and that is correct don't look at me like a reject you insect. You infect everything pure and select but u don't seem to neglect the fact that THIS IS MY MIND, MY SOUL, I LIVE I LIVE I LIVE I LIVE
EXPRESSION AND GODS DEVINE INTERVENTION ALL EXIST UNDER MY INSPECTION. LAST I HEARD GOD NEVER TOOK REJECTIONS.
I want TO LOVE
I WANT TO GIVE
GIVE MELIFE
I CAN LIVE
BABIES CRYING
BABIES CRYING
BABIES
CRYING