Inner love when surrounded by hatred and misery. Pain floods millions of acres from ones sorrows. Raining days are endless. Dreams seems like reality as life seems dead. Tunnels of cruel intervention fills my thoughtless mind. As my heart sleeps full and enormous. I endure plenty to give all knowledge and understanding of passion. Caring unconditionally to all on earth. But why? If the messengers gave their lives for us to open are eyes. Will my brothers and sisters of today's civilization fight and the answer is no. So my heart is useless. My soul is tainted without eyes to fill with dreams. Dead to the world tormented life lingers hopelessly on. As still today its everyone for their self instead of all for one. Just a misunderstanding I think not.