It's so unlike the heart to pass another's sorrow by
ignore it in an act we couldn't possibly deny
A seed sewn in our cells will cause the rot we fail to see
no blinder disposition could there ever truly be
One grain of salt is tasteless on a tongue that speaks to judge
forsaken by the veil removing every lesser love
Consider walking slowly if you choose to walk at all
don't chase away the sun again, without it you will fall