Dead roses

Blind minds

Embers of fate

Few find themselves blessed enough to find

If only more could see

How can we love a God so seemingly unjust

How can children learn to trust

You

I tell you the truth you tell me I'm meek

I tell you that's too much

You tell me to trust my gut

I hate you with all my guts

I love you for everything you could be

You take your talent and use it so vicious

I see your talent, and it seems so useless

You seem so clueless

I love you