It sits just below the heart
To tell a red tale
The whole is universality
It burns in the eyes
To tell a red tale
Only be true to what is hidden
It burns in the eyes
I will befriend your shame
Only be true to what is hidden
Before the new human arrives
I will befriend your shame
There isn’t much to see around here.
Before the new human arrives
The whole is universality
There isn’t much to see around here.
It sits just below the heart