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: