Life is a carnival ride you pay IRS and get nothing back
It’s an elephant and a donkey one has a nose like Pinocchio
The other is a jackass both in separate cages
Much like a fortune teller, they never tell the truth
The house or mirrors tricking people into believing
What is not true then trowing darts at each other
Trying to pop each others balloons all filled with empty air
At the end of the show we have empty pockets
Filling theirs to the brim.
We each and everyone have scar tissue
laid deeply etched internal conflict hides dialogue
All battles are fought against love condemned un-fairly
hate tortures all good reasoning over trowing truth
Firstly cursing madness stands as judge
corrupted fibres removes stitches darned incorrectly
As the tree of life bears fruit from it's branches
seeds upon this earth has been planted
Like a snowflake born from the living waters of life
unique in how each of us is constructed underneath
Our souls are immortal holding a frame within time
the body is merely a temple nourished by golden light
Countdown begins under a corrupted crop sewing lies
seeing is believing where chastisement begs pardon under oath
Talking just don't get that attention
Singing just don't get you serious
Crying just don't get you talking
Shouting just don't get them curious
My voice is not being heard
But my words are overflowing
My strength is fading well
But my actions are maximizing
I'm lost in the world I'm living
But deep in pursuit of a vision
The vision to be heard loudly
And to be heard at every nation
I could loose my voice or strength
But never my words and actions
Trowing in every idea I get
Now, I truly write for your reactions
I'll keep writing till I'm heard
Till you turn up the volume of your heart
Writing my voice, hoping it will be heard
So reading this; is hearing me talk from my heart
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