I wish to be good
With every fluid action
But there are still wicked moments and evil hours
Regardless I still dream of being good
Villains may plague my day, my thoughts, but I still pray for good
That the heavens may still open up for them
Even if I hate them now
I still plead to be good
On my knees I wish for them to breathe life into the world
I beg for the soil not to be tarnished
That the world will still spin under this blistering heat
I do not understand
And I shall never understand why they hate
But I hope we can stake into the same ground
That one day our feet will match as we march
I do not know what is to come of the world
If the snow will melt and the grass will scorch
But in the end I still have to pray for good
If I don’t all I will become is anger
I will become them
Letting the evil flow through my veins