tell them it's all your fault

be viewed as the evil

of the world summarized

in compacted assault

you are the lonely third wheel

unwelcome where you might be

but even the best are left

to rot in the dirt sometimes

and when you stand there, accused

don't let the look of guilt leave

for who could stand to be wrong

in an age of no limit

to the knowledge we conceive

for in the run that is long

we know naught about this life

crying that it makes no sense

deep denial of spirit

and when you sit there in hell

remember your life story

and write it up on the walls

for the ancestors to see

as they wander empty halls

wishing only to be free

they don't understand the past

or even the days that come

a knowledge, forlorn and hidden

tearing out from deep within

and when you feel like crying

look then in my direction.

a shoulder for your support

from the pain of hearty sin

from the pain of any sort

and i'm just another one

yet another hopeful heart

trying to make itself known

when, right from the very start,

it would never feel at home.

and when the soul leaves your life

and you are devoid of your self

when you wish to just escape

you will know how I've so felt

putting up with this hate

or so I will yet call it

will you understand it all

when this life appropriates

the knowledge meant to be dealt?

are you screaming deep inside

or are you dead to the world?

can you hear this, my meaning?

and when you start to fall down

and you need someone to help

i want you to keep in mind

my deep denial of self

for you, long ago, one time…

and i will take your dear hand

and help you up, off the ground

for love will not ever die

when the truth is to be found.