Everyone else sees a tree as nothing in the woods
How come that I see a guardian in all possible moods
Everyone else sees a shadow and ignores it constantly
How can I see a soul crying for help frequently
Beautiful is a world of never spoken by a man
Divinity is a place and shadow of a light of fallen fear
Fear growing
Fear knowing
Fear is keep going on
Fear crawling
Fear showing
Fear is living on
Everyone else seems to never see a shadow live
Why can I feel where they are and what they might give
Everyone else cant understand why a forest is deep
They don't see spirits watching and trusting in its sleep
Beautiful is a world that an eye could ever catch
Infinity is a feeling that can be shared by the gods
Gods watching
Gods hearing
Gods of everything
Gods caring
Gods failing
Gods of nothing
Everyone else lives happily in a world of black and white
I see the fights of every darkness challenging the light
Everyone else seems to miss the creatures in our homes
I see them falling and trying hundreds of thousands roams
Beautiful is a world that lights the darkness heart
Creativity is seeing gods apart from wars
War's needing
War's feeding
War's a place closer to hell
War's controlling
War's losing
War's leading us to an end...
Everyone else seems to not understand
That I see so many other hands...
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