My soul hurts, and my heart breaks;
I am a rose that is wilted in the garden,
I want my life to be pure
Because if my life was pure, I would be able to stand firm
And the rain would fall effortlessly upon me
I shall give all my heart and soul
To God,
Yet evil is always upon us
And my poetry suffers because of it
No one seems to care about compassion
For compassion is just a word to the masses
And who is evil, and what is?
My heart is a story for all to share
And I love all poets
Who share their heart
With the world,
So why do evil rule the world?
Why do we all have to suffer?
Because what I\'m seeing now is a catastrophe
I want everyone to know
That I have love,
I have love for them as well...
Behold the tenderness of my heart
For my heart beats in your eyes,
Excuse me for my stupidity!
For you think that I am naive...
And I am that wilted rose in the garden
And I still love you,
And I still love you
Because you are the sun
That shines upon me on my rainy days
For tomorrow evil will still be here
And my poetry will still suffer
Yet I love you with all my heart and soul,
I shall give my soul to God.
For God is a flower that never dies
And he doesn\'t take any shit...
Don\'t shit on God!
For he will never shit on you,
Is love your most daring masquerade?
For you are evil, you solemn bitch
For your heart is not gold,
For flowers that grow in royal shit
Never turn out pretty.