James.
Why do we complain about the unfairness of life?
We have been stroked sa pamamagitan ng its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
We have been stroked sa pamamagitan ng its handle, not felt its sharp knife.
Our hearts moan because we do not have the latest iPhone.
But have we stopped to see the cries of those without a home?
They come to our doors desperate for help.
But all we do is dismiss them with a rude yelp.
"Be not harsh to the orphan and the needy" says our Lord.
But some of us do not heed this and whip them with a steel rod.
Though the whole world we cannot feed.
We should not refrain from doing a good deed.
And prevent from drowning in a pool of greed
Are the nights getting too long?
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are you the one shit out of luck?
Is it you being pushed around?
Is it you begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
Or is it the fact that you remember all of the lies?
Was it you tied down onto his bed?
Was it you screaming at the site of his head?
Was it you who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped you remain alright?
Do you regret ever meeting him,
or was it a lesson well-learned?
Do you regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do you regret ever halik him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
You just tie up a noose.
Are the lights getting turned off?
Are the curtains being shut?
And are you the one shit out of luck?
Is it you being pushed around?
Is it you begging to be found?
Is it his cologne that waters your eyes?
Or is it the fact that you remember all of the lies?
Was it you tied down onto his bed?
Was it you screaming at the site of his head?
Was it you who was crying all of those nights?
And the was it the fact that no one noticed, that helped you remain alright?
Do you regret ever meeting him,
or was it a lesson well-learned?
Do you regret ever helping him?
For your skin is now burned.
Do you regret ever halik him?
'Cause it your body penetrated,
and used for abuse.
Yet you've pretended not to care;
You just tie up a noose.
