Quintessence

Somewhere beyond the iron fence

Lives the good heart of all men

But due to nature's bothering heights

A man must show no glimpse of gain nor fright

They say you must become an animal

Or the animal to protect us

The good animal and so we go to war

I do agree, adhere

Of men are purely evil

For whereas I was born with a spoon in me mouth

Others are nurtured with a bullet in their hands

They say you must become an animal

Or the animal to protect us

The good good animal and so we go to war

But I believe in the little bit of my young years

Of tasting fruits of fear in the depths of my own sorrows

Love is all I need to give

Although it clearly hasn't been dear to me