I am sold,
Upon the earth.
My soul is bold,
And full of worth.
But hateful thoughts,
Creep out at night,
And what they've wrought,
Fill dreams with fright.
What they mean,
I am not perfection.
A mental scream,
Of natural selection.
The strongest survive,
The feeble die.
And the ones left alive,
Will cry and cry.
But what else have we,
But strife and despair?
Grabbing and grabbing,
Leaving behind our care.
Letting the demons inside,
Become our roles.
Holding on for the ride,
Instead of taking control.
If we want a world of love,
We must look within ourselves.
Not below and not above,
Inside us is our spiritual wealth.
So look real close,
At your own state.
Are you a host,
Of incessant hate?
Can you learn,
To love us all?
Or let hatred burn,
Our plaintive calls?
Can you help,
When others need?
That's true wealth,
A heart that bleeds.
One that feels,
What others do,
One that heals,
A soul that's true.
So please hear me when I say,
I'm looking toward a brighter day.
One where we take hatred away,
And invite one anothers' love in to stay...
