The personification of depression The realization of regression 
I digress I write not to impress 
I write from the heart From my cold beating heart 
I write with all my heart So as this ink spills with each pump 
Each spill spills with purpose Purposeful intentions 
Let me weave ideas you can visualize Let me give your heart eyes 
So you can see what you feel If you could eat empathy, would you eat your fill? 
The world is dark now That's why we stumble and try to feel our way through 
We can never get through  The top is miles away 
We strive for the pinnacle Blocking each strife is a different obstacle 
The only way to blast through these hurdles Is hands around each other, championship team huddle 
I mean we have to work together We have to step up 
I mean we have to walk together No sooner should our power be collective 
Shall our collection of disappointment cease No opportunity shall pass without being seized 
In a world full of Brutus's we're all Caesar So come off your high horse Step down the throne Trade-in your olive leaf crown for an olive branch 
The tree of life Infinite branches, but still we shade  Unveil your shadow, own your past Walk into your future head first Each step should not be your last Walk the sands of time and leave a mark that lasts

Blood on the leaves The story of our lives I put my pen to paper I shed a tear with my ink I'm about to tell a story A story about the future and history Place your hand in mine Take a walk with me in the sunshine The sun rays hit the grass blades The wind whispers to the grass in the everglades Wait a minute Listen to the birds chirping in synchrony to our heartbeat Talk about melody Talk about an out of body symphony These are my isolated thoughts whilst in isolation Take a walk with me underneath the clouds This is an age-old tale A tale of humanity Humanity is in dire need of a new world order What do you see? Brother fighting brother We are all equal in the eyes of our grand architect Man always chases the bigger picture Man is always in search of greener pasture In this erratic pursuit of perfection, we only attain the edge of our potential Man is his harbinger of doom Humanity is in dire need of a restructure of action As we walk, our foot scrapes the pavement Look around and hear nature lament Perhaps there is hope on the horizon The sun sets blood red, it's a new dawn Blood on the leaves The story of our lives