The heart

The 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