within my eyes you'll see much
hurt, and joy, life and such
I live from my heart, it sounds ideal
for the wickedness of people turns my wheel
how many times will I get hurt
before I turn to stone, and shut all out
I can't believe I try so hard
get slapped in my face and never see the wild card
why is it wickedness that rules the day
gets all the goods, and breaks today
I show the world a little kindness and good
in the end I should just be hood
maybe then I will get my dues
doubt it though, cuz I allways lose
my spirit is not broken, but maybe close
without my heart, I can't live
my babies I miss, can't stand her choice's
take them away... without reason or voice's
a gapping hole where my heart once was
filled with nothing, for nothing can replace
the love of a child, and the innocence in thier face
