A New Beginning
And those conscious enough will fall in love with me
And pick peace over the leaves that are handed to us by thieves;
Empty souled individuals who will never
And have never discovered themselves.
But how can we blame this society for trying to be happy,
For eliminating their critics in favor of a sappy
Story that has a playful ending?
We just can’t handle that our endings are anything but,
Yet we do know this, but can’t we face it.
I’ve traced my depression back seven generations,