For someone who cares, maybe me, maybe not
On a day, but a date I do not remember, where the scatters of fear parlayed in hopes of change
But the black the whites, the stills like these, the holes in our hearts and that good from those trees
Colorless I hope, for our dreams are never what they seem
And the cries we fake, the attention we greed, but what about those imaginations you'll never get to see
The love is griped, but the fight is key, the fight for your life and what you believe,
Shit
How?
Music: "Book of Soul" by Ab-Soul