Don't ask me "why"; I fear and cry; As I break away from my mental tribe.Maybe is love; Maybe is hate; But this I know, Time has relayed. For I have seen eyes with great discais which momur pleae be not afraid. A friendly smile provoking sins re-inventing man and the wrath within. But this purple heart, perceived with tears the hidden ways which spread decay. Forgive me now, if I walk away; provoking a chain we all call pain.
