As I have learned,

Those who do not work,

Do not get what others earned.

I looked off at the grey sky,

For no one has learned,

To look past the graceful human eye.

Maybe that’s just how I feel,

Or maybe, that’s what makes,

The innocent kill.

For I cannot be sure,

What the difference is,

Between the innocent nor pure.

But it is not my place to every judge,

Those who may not know it,

Might need a loving hug.