Speaking to my heart
I dream to feel your touch...
A gun to my temple
A blade to my wrist...
Tough clothes, strong colors
Fragile, pure hearted angel...
Hate.
Vicious...
You think that your life is this way by choice
Life isn't a hand you're dealt, or a roll of the...
Those fearful eyes are not yours
Nor the flood of blood for sure...
Fellow followers
of a heart sought to kill...
There is such a thing as forgiveness
Something I myself give and do...
I know this may seem odd, but it makes sense
The reason I speak of this in the past tense...
Crisis
Climatic threats facing the planet...
Fear,
Often served with a smile and a wink...
Venom spilling around the world
There's a crack in every heart...