Under the books I've written before
The tales I've told
Since long, a new one
A new song
It hurts us
But binds us
They could hurt us
Trampled and used
Yet they would still
Matter
A cycle
An unfair one
That makes history unfair
It beatifies others
And leaves some to ruin
They skate through life
While we pick up our pieces
Everyday
A blissful heart
An aching soul
He gave to them
The power to hurt
Yet, bound our hands
In steel,
In iron
Called their rebuke correction
Named our aggression
Rebellion
It is unfair
To some,
Justified to others.
At the end were made
Made of stone
And they full of laughter.
