Sometimes we are rough to ourselves
rough with our hearts
we carry our demons to the world
and spill our blood in the streets

We bleed, yes, we bleed our stories
we talk to God and look for forgiveness
we ask for redemption
am I to blame for the red rivers of blood?
I was just looking for compassion
I was just looking for tenderness

We scout the world looking for softness
and yet salvation was within
it was always in our own hands
this is the freedom of the authentic self
this is what the world needs from us
and yet, we hide it
we fear isolation
we are not taught to be, but to perform
we put on a mask and play our roles
as if life were so long

However, for whatever anger and mistakes we have made
we can forgive ourselves
we can heal ourselves
we can love our uniqueness
we can allow ourselves to be who we truly are
we can take a train and enjoy the ride
the neverending ride of life
and just display the gifts we have
kindness lies first within…