I can’t remember the last day that went by that I didn’t cry
Tears of pain or tears of joy
All red eyes
Touch the sky so often
By now should’ve found God
Just want us all to grow impossible to find sod
I plot for better days but my mind strays
Between depression and adolescent desires
I tire more and more these ain’t good years
I just want to tell you I love you and drift off to your voice
Germinate to innate potential
Before the world worked against you
Still you excel
With the greatest geneticists we couldn’t invent you
With Revolutionary Love 