I was “cry baby” To my brothers, no heart of Stone was mine, and when We sold my Joseph, I couldn’t carry on. I Would
I wish I could tellYou that it would get better,But we all know the Truth. The world was notMade for the intricate, theDeliberate, those Who
They beg for a dropOf your water, and you giveThem nothing at all. You do not sufferAlone; you drink from your ownCup, and you are
Ever must I bear the Burden of this knowledge to Redeem the lost ones.
Salvation, bloody Rough, damnation, silky smooth, Easy, careless, free
Let me swear you to Secrecy. I have found the key. The gateway to your Dreams. You have it too. We don’t need to act