Hate, takes many forms, like the, vicious, little black bird, and its dead son.
Yesterday, ideas were formed, and then buried - There’s the tide revealing landscapes,
And then it vanishes, it’s the interpretation of art,
Sending waves right back at you.
Unfair quotes, assembled the worst in you, surfer
You get what you give, so please foster lovers
Won’t you show the world the wisdom of yours, choose to believe in the common man.
Please don’t waste your words, do not hide, reveal. You will be tasting the rivers of the world. Let me hold you thoughts, in my hands
Please don’t waste your words, You will be tasting the rivers of the world, let me hold your thoughts.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI