The ugly side of beauty
Is the dark side of light
Blowing hot and cold
Feeling young and old
The soft ground in the sky
Is the truth of the lie
Without magic in the wand
Or footprints in the sand
Flowers never grow until we water
Even winter could feel hotter
Past could be the future you want
And the future a past to haunt
There are days we look to the blind
For guidance in finding those left behind
In joy we grieve, in death we live
We remember to forget when we can't forget to remember
How we were stabbed in the back
Somebody placed bullets in chamber
And we heard the click bid us hard luck
We saw dark days and nights day bright
Matured to realize we were wrong to believe we were right
Times when we were forced to see straight in a bend
To have hope there's a Genesis in the end
We hopelessly hanged on to shreds and feeble threads
Lacking the luxury of a cut camouflaging in dreads
Stuck together as we fell apart
Holding "us" close and warm at heart
Whilst we searched this world for a paradise
For all was perception of pictures from our eyes
And the world was a Hell
A Mute's story to tell

The five fingers are not equal
Yet, one is not more relevant than the other
All five are needed to make a fist.