There is a somewhere in your heart map
That should somebody fill it up,
Then, in a place where roses grow,
Wich missing of someone, that know.
The resonance of spoken words
Inside you feel it and it hurts
Once with time you leave the gods
Now in the mirror, all seems be hurt.
Related to a previous action
Regard to all you’ve knowed before,
Unless you try to lose a fraction
The prejudice is matter more.