• Hatred burns a hole into the heart of one,

    For it seems that all people can do is run,

    From their true feelings.

    Which really provide the healings,

    Of the heart so light.

    For without it how is one's life, supposed to be bright

    As this I ponder,

    My mind does it wander,

    To a different time and place

    Where love was first place

    And the heart could have it's fun.