No Respect For the Gifted

Isolation would make mad. Gifted so sad. A blessing our gifts are, God granted skills. Man plain to see the pain you caused me. But gifted, up lifted. Can't see what I see? Can't do what I do? Can't hear what I hear? Instead of listening, songs fall on dead ears, held by shackles on the brain. Lifes masterpiece, written on Ancient walls. The cost? history lost. The war never stops. Though spiritual energy it,s reinforced Only with a positive force.