the sounds of harmony
the cries of defeat
blood washed by tears
of all who's weaped
holler out
but no one hears
no one cares what joys life bears
for we seek tragedy
it's in every story
the hero and deaths
the hidden treasure chests
how the green eyed monster consumes us all
he is our greed
to him the great fall
our loves and our fears
how these control us all
pressure of peer's jeers
let them not control you
be proud of who you are
for if you do, you'll go far
such tiny creature are how we are seen
and our arrogence is all we have deamed
we should prosper
if only we loved each other
dearer than own's brother
if only if only
human kind would see
then gifts the life would give
for you and me
