Books hiding under places I never knew existed.
Poverty occupying the souls of the innocent and the neglected.
Mystery in the way she moves, and how she perfects it.
How can you deny the beauty, and how she projects it ?
All words that make us relate.
How can you make us compensate ?
A world filled with tangible history.
Yet you sit and think so bitterly.
Free your mind from hate and misery.
Feel it in the breeze, thats the taste of integrity.