the beauty of a human can't be bound by anything
and when we move together there is life beneath our skin
be not afraid to make yourself a canvas for The Truth
the color palette being what for others you can do
it's not about appeasing every person you will meet
for there is so much treason in desires many seek
the heart was not created to be treated like a stone
and every time it beats it doesn't beat for you alone
to find the pulse of promise you must daily lend your hands
by way of giving wholly may the others understand
Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 7:38 PM UTC
the beauty of a human can't be bound by anything
and when we move together there is life beneath our skin
be not afraid to make yourself a canvas for The Truth
the color palette being what for others you can do
it's not about appeasing every person you will meet
for there is so much treason in desires many seek
the heart was not created to be treated like a stone
and every time it beats it doesn't beat for you alone
to find the pulse of promise you must daily lend your hands
by way of giving wholly may the others understand
the simple life.
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