Nothing left standing in the way except the right to be wrong,
Nothing left but the right, to be able to write and sing a song,
The notions of belief, in seas of disbelief,
Give credence to hope and the forfeits that come with age
And all that it bestows, showing life in different lights
For many are the minds that refuse to work within walls of hate.
And the kindness of people delivers a lesser density of travesty,
Sometimes the assaults on the living, are softened by gestures
Of warmth, shown in the care found in clear minutes of intuition,
Which give perception to the illusions of the contradictory life.