Fear not, always there will be someone,
Someone who will listen.
Life time it may take,
Yet the reward shall shun out all others.
Others. Others...? So many are they.
They who tear our psyche to produce words:
These horrible frames of unconscious thought.
Anger hidden underneath the soul,
To lash out at simple misunderstood sentence...and even thought.
The truth will come as hearts intertwine
To produce harmony with love.
Lost will become a word, an Idea
That evaporates in time.
