This ones for the birds. Or the girls who had the nerve to hurt & burn when they didn't get just what they earned or really deserved.
This ones for the bees. Or those who didn't pray when I was weak, down on my knees. Or when I needed a release, and you never believed in me or anything.
This ones for the oceans. Or those who poisoned my soul with potions in hopes to be destroyed with everything I had to cope with while still going.
This ones for the forests. Or those lost about like tourists, stuck in a flower child like state of mind that nourishes your inner florist while you all just ignored us.
This ones for the bugs. Or those who've been afraid or betrayed by love. It's time to toughen up and search for your diamond in the rough because I know you've had enough without any luck.
This ones for the mothers. Or those who didn't bother but still played the role of father to the sons and daughters who turned into martyrs.
This ones for the children. Or those who play the victim in hopes to always give in. But we'll never drown from sinking inside a world that keeps us thinking.
- Rich Gordon
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