Don't let them paint your whole world,

Don't let them take it all away,

Your pure heart is all you have left,

Don't let them take the whole thing away,

Don't let this city change who you are,

Your pure heart is all you have left,

Don't let their words get in to you,

Don't take someone else's garbage into your home,

Your pure heart is all you have anyway,

Dont love them with all of your heart,

Dont let them eat your soul alive,

Your pure heart is all you need anyway,

Keep one piece of it for your self, THIS IS A MUST!

Your pure heart is what you need anyway..

Musically,

I refrain

from speaking others shame.

Intricate, we're woven

on a line

where vintage linens hang.

Subtracting minutes

turn to years, added.

Choices:

Should I make my bed?

Memory blends like watercolors;

the brightness of them fade.

Who we are...

chosen in minutes turned to years.

Intricate fabric, woven--

braided you & I.

Linens in a breeze don't hang;

spirits lift, our end.

But woven we'll remain.