Look around, if you should seek to find
Inner peace, just something to keep in mind
Two things we lust for most
Acceptance, love
Our two creators become, who we are reflections of
We witness violence, we exhibit violence
Turn introverted, as we sit in silence
The devil lurks through holy matrimony
Through health and sickness but
That's only what the pastor told me
Too often we jump the gun
Confuse the love with lust
I know I'm not the only one
Two dying roses plant a seed
In the dark hour
And from the concrete rises the wallflower