Dear begetters, I`m understanding
Not as callous as you fantasize
If it`s compassion, you are demanding
I`ve really given it, not before your eyes, please realize
Imagine me as a higher being
Imagine all the broken pieces I could mend
And eventhoung I`m dreaming now
Real is the love from me I`ll send out to you...
I`d love to give them a stroke
Or tell them a joke
But this was too real
I screamed up to the sky: