Fruit of the Fast

There's a sadness that angers
And there's an anger that saddens
So that the sadness grows sadder
And the anger grows sadder
They feed on eachother
And with endless pits for stomachs
They eat for feeling full
Someday may they starve themselves
To find something a bit more meaningful
A bit more meaningful
If we could just let go
There's a mind that is hopeless
And its eyes are broken
They see a world that is made up of things
That are lifeless, maimed and stolen
We should, if only we would just let ourselves
To the love that awaits us there everywhere
We know we could, but sometimes we don't feel
Deserving of anyone's care
A bit more meaningful
If we could just let go
And let it grow
In bad spirit
Forgive yourself
In bad spirit
Forgive all else
In bad spirit
Please arrive at peace



Credits
Writer(s): Victor Hroncek
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