World seems as huge barrel of sorrow. If only spoken words let the spirit harrow, for great deeds do turn into weeds, then instead…on emotions they feed.
Righteous path was full with thorn. Erase all fake faces you’ve worn. You hide that light, let it glow. Reveal that kindness hidden in burrow.
You lie all around for lies benefit never. It leaves scars unhealed forever. You play dirty tricks to let others down. For time brings back everything back around.