Exposed to harsh words day in day out
As if serviced fresh from devil's mouth,
Everyone starts to look alike
Sharing a sin no one can quite name
Even the pious and the well read
A collective guilt that is alive
Underneath the society's lurid cape
Disguised as forgetfulness
It all starts with neglect,
Abandoning nice people and craving
For more than one's garden's fruits
My solace, darling, is in a mirage
of children playing with petals and seashells,
the moon playing with waters beneath,
warmth of a helping hand and genuine smile
that feeling, a size larger than the heart,
the very thing that gave motion
to the first atom.
As if serviced fresh from devil's mouth,
Everyone starts to look alike
Sharing a sin no one can quite name
Even the pious and the well read
A collective guilt that is alive
Underneath the society's lurid cape
Disguised as forgetfulness
It all starts with neglect,
Abandoning nice people and craving
For more than one's garden's fruits
My solace, darling, is in a mirage
of children playing with petals and seashells,
the moon playing with waters beneath,
warmth of a helping hand and genuine smile
that feeling, a size larger than the heart,
the very thing that gave motion
to the first atom.
