at every corner arose a revolution
i leave words behind doors
they're priceless they're human
and i leave them from my captivity to yours

blood, sweat and tears i twist
into life's precious purpose
deceiving leaves you at higher risk
and living alters into souls of burden

a revolution for they have endured
agonizing phases of a cold war
underneath the outer marred
a revolution arose at once soul core

purpose becomes redundant if proven
"it's a good thing i am human,
it's a good thing i am human."