the warm sun never sees the hiddin man thus his pale dead complexion
so smart yet its so diffucult just to comprehend
why these broken familes take so long to mend
i help thousands of people each and everyday
ungrateful though they seem because flowers they must lay
i might have been too late but no one else must feel their pain
sometimes i feel mistreated sometimes its hard just to stay sane
but i know padded walls will never set me free
but maby i'll find some one who will love me just for me
i know this world is cruel and i know the world is mean
but how can we be happy when puritys no longer clean
we wallow in our filth and live with all the scum
we think people are okay then some day you see them hung
some day i make a better life one with no more crime
when people can heal with other things aside from heartless time.