Can people tell through clutter and debris The real human beings that lie within thee Our lives so precious inside we await For a moment alone to become which creates With thoughtless scorn being dealt to another Is that how we live to hide behind cover Could all of our worrys be cured from these things The real path begins inside your own dreams Misfortune falls slowly on to your plate Seemingly declares that its chosen from fate Decline from your hate, worrys, and doubt Peace lives inside its always devout Willingly give it your own dear concern Its always your time to take your next turn
