To live in the world of the fearful
Is to live in the shadow of pain.
To slowly forget about feelings
Where everyone else is to blame.
The choice to be callous is easy
Its easy to hate than to feel.
When we turn from the pain of our brothers
We remove their incentive to heal.
For the person unloved is unloving
And knows nothing about inner wealth.
Fo no one can care for another
What the other can't feel for himself.
When the loveless, unloving and heartless
Refuses to care for his kind.
The man will return him the favour
Unloving, uncaring and blind.
And so goes the infinate cycle.
The human desire for the good.
Yet if man is at war with another,
He is hell bent on spilling his blood.
With so little trust of our feelings,
The curse of the need to be led.
In a world of acute indecision
Where the living become like the dead.
2007-07-15
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