The heartA Story by LanaThe people I condemn are who I am I walk past people on the streets And I see mirrors reflecting back at me When I see anger I am in the heart of it The heart of me It is a rubber band that hasn't stretched I feel the love of the world in my veins Thankful that I sit on a bench Peacefully watching people go by on the streets The people I condemn are who I am Their rubber band have been stretched The heart of them Is the heart of a theme That has been played like a song Gospel as old as time And as ugly as human kind We go around in circles like clowns Living in a circus of pain Managing to live but in vain Only in vain
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