Blood in my teeth
My bones always broken
My heart eats every beat while I sit on this sofa
And I'm so far behind that my life's getting shorter
This poem is my gateway to expressing what most fear
I'm fortunate my portrait was painted by a master
And I don't live in a country torn by disasters
My family and friends form this beautiful pattern
I can see the future, and it started in my past life
Tonight was so dark but I needed to sing
I can't see the harp but my soul felt the strings
I can't hear the sounds but it makes my ears ring
And the answer is so clear, just be a FUCKIN human being...