Lately love lies lacking

Maybe I'm not meant to make a difference.

Possibly I have to pass this prospect of a perfect opportunity to someone who will probly need it more than me.

Coming down into a courtyard covered with the citizens, concluding they control complete live comprehensively.

Name people not affected by the never ending nailing of a coffin's narrow opening, nauseously noticing nothing really changing.

Someone has to stop it all, sanity is somewhere else, seeking souls suited more sufficiently to somehow fit its plan, you see;

Although we allow other people to assimilate, we will not ourselves associate with anything until it's already too late.

How can humans half each other lives, harvesting everything that happened in their history, hate hardly harrowing or hampering the travesty.

Instead ignorance increases the inferno and irritates the issue, isolating those deemed "interesting"

Maybe I'm not meant to make a difference.

Well, I'm not the only one in this world with words that will work to help the ones who have it worst.

And even though it may not seem like we will ever make it through, know that this is true:

It has to start with you.