The beauty of the beast
His heart will never be deceased
Though ever in war and peace
His heart shall shine till his demise
He awaits the home coming people
Who shall spit on his image
And talk to ask when problems fly by
his mind as a flower will shine high
Now people try to act tough
But now people only blow trees off
Where people serve no mind
needing a place with same mintality
But who cares to understand me ?
His heart will never be deceased
Though ever in war and peace
His heart shall shine till his demise
He awaits the home coming people
Who shall spit on his image
And talk to ask when problems fly by
his mind as a flower will shine high
Now people try to act tough
But now people only blow trees off
Where people serve no mind
needing a place with same mintality
But who cares to understand me ?
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