Windows shatter and curtains flow, thunder and lightning, fire and ice
My world shall crumble like a fresh baked pastry.
My life on the edge and my sanity on the line,
what will I pay for this so called freedom of mine,
My arms open wide to week and strong,
My life devoted to helping the with the need,
My point of the matter is I am a slave to humanity,
Love with a passion, and peruse it with all your strength,
Do not make my mistake and shut out the world,
closing away your hart and making yourself numb to it all
