Revealing hidden fact
How would they have being
Said without plane to mind
difficult to take off lighter than
Even the hair on my head
With my little weapon
Life is Sweet also bitter
Migraine kick off
Head wishing it could fall
Forgetting what it's has accommodated
What it's has being paid to do
Will this ever end
Planted in Rolls to express the mind of soul
Who were founding fathers
Now sold to the deep sleep of rest
Being fore told couldn't stop the rain of hardship
Having no respect for persons
Mistake being the fate on many
Not with holding the overwhelming mind
Remembering the thorns
That mark my gentle Flesh
Reflecting on my past glory
Not knowing what to eat as breakfast
My baker having the power to decide
