Too blinded with infuriation to see
This beauty you lay you lay out for me.
So sad I cannot hear,
This mellifluous melody you do.
No, I cannot feel,
This tender touch you do.

And then you chastise me,
For not acting the way you want me to,
But how can you possibly fail to see,
That I myself know my own destiny,
Is not the heaven I desire?

Tell me how you fail to see,
The horror I am going through?
Of course I do not want to be this way,
But to this matter, I honestly had no say.
Of course I’d love to be content,
But how can you possibly fail to see,
In order for me to achieve this,
Within my heart,
And within my soul,
Within my grasp,
And within my reach,
I myself need to feel this pleasant
h a r m o n y ?