I care to much.
Every thing has a life
All things are special.
Every man or or woman
All plants of the earth
And every insect of the field
All life has a hope
Every person there place
All sons have a father
And every doughter a mother
So why do we fight
Killing each other for greed
And never seeing a person for there rights
Not there color
Or money
And not there age...
Only love

And I'm the monster on the shadows...
What does that make the rest of man kind