Windows of my own

People see the world as a vessel of hope i see the darkness it lies within People see the good in everyone to cope I see in their eyes their sin People see the world in their positive window that they forget to look behind only seeing the doves in a flock of crow so stupid and blind As they learn that I have my own pane they try to break my glass shooting bullets everywhere; insane as I, alone, just pass They blame you for your own personal belief isn't that insane? people telling you shitty things of their grief passing along the road lane So when you see the light of this fucked up world take note of who I am right here A man who see pass the warmth and into the cold yet have nothing to fear