I been mind trippin', messin' around over that concept, that's how it came out. Some might find it sad, if you able to look behind the poetry you might find it simply true.
Enjoy!
No Compassion
Imagine the world
if you could stare at all its beauty from above the sky
and see the trees growing
but would you try to see what they feel inside?
Thought Nature decides what's everyone's condition
you wouldn't know if there's going to be joy
or there's going to be pain.
From the outside of your heart
all you can tell is that tree's name.
..or you can go by feel, but once again it's clear:
Nothing is all that you know.
No matter how wise you are,
or how long you watched trees grow
and lost in indecision you'd rather not communicate
'Cause it might be love, or it might be HATE
hidden behind the only side of this face
that you're able to achieve.
And so, you'll never ever know what's behind the tree
it's all about faith..
And you make things invisible for your eyes to see
so what makes me think you would believe in me?
Let's leave it up to the Nature to handle life's flow!
Some trees will wipe to death,
'cause it was their fault, they remained unhealth.
Some others will burn through the flames
provoked by the guilty hands of the smashing man.
And from above the sky
all you'll see is the world crying lonely tears
and broken dreams of lost children resting their souls
upon their trees.
'Cause every tree you watched grow
was, in fact, an early child
born alone, trying hard to deserve a smile,
pushing hard to take his ride
to cultivate his own.
And peace, nobody will ever get to see
won't be witness all the times
trees looked up to the sky,
begging for mercy.
'Cause it's from above that rain comes
to bring a tree the juice of life..
It's from above that sun shines
to warm the grounds..
and whatever happens above
must fall down.
And after each tree has gone away,
hell will ring the bell
announcing the faith of millions seeds
that were denied the chance to be free.
And for penitence
silence will drive 'em insane 'till eternity.
And in your heart there'll be remorse
'cause in your pain
there'll be nothing else, but dead children names.
Enjoy!
No Compassion
Imagine the world
if you could stare at all its beauty from above the sky
and see the trees growing
but would you try to see what they feel inside?
Thought Nature decides what's everyone's condition
you wouldn't know if there's going to be joy
or there's going to be pain.
From the outside of your heart
all you can tell is that tree's name.
..or you can go by feel, but once again it's clear:
Nothing is all that you know.
No matter how wise you are,
or how long you watched trees grow
and lost in indecision you'd rather not communicate
'Cause it might be love, or it might be HATE
hidden behind the only side of this face
that you're able to achieve.
And so, you'll never ever know what's behind the tree
it's all about faith..
And you make things invisible for your eyes to see
so what makes me think you would believe in me?
Let's leave it up to the Nature to handle life's flow!
Some trees will wipe to death,
'cause it was their fault, they remained unhealth.
Some others will burn through the flames
provoked by the guilty hands of the smashing man.
And from above the sky
all you'll see is the world crying lonely tears
and broken dreams of lost children resting their souls
upon their trees.
'Cause every tree you watched grow
was, in fact, an early child
born alone, trying hard to deserve a smile,
pushing hard to take his ride
to cultivate his own.
And peace, nobody will ever get to see
won't be witness all the times
trees looked up to the sky,
begging for mercy.
'Cause it's from above that rain comes
to bring a tree the juice of life..
It's from above that sun shines
to warm the grounds..
and whatever happens above
must fall down.
And after each tree has gone away,
hell will ring the bell
announcing the faith of millions seeds
that were denied the chance to be free.
And for penitence
silence will drive 'em insane 'till eternity.
And in your heart there'll be remorse
'cause in your pain
there'll be nothing else, but dead children names.
