You could have done it
You could have won it
If only you'd not shunned it
It's called fear

You knew you didn't need to fit in
But you knew you wanted the fun
So you choose to gave them the right to lien
And sold it for shackles of gold chains
It's called, Freedom

Sometimes you killed it
Sometimes you willed it
But you felt it breathe
It had a life of its own
Until you chose to mow it
And had it completely disowned
It's called, Hope

Heaven knows you even tried
Felt it exist deep inside
You fought so hard that you almost cried
But gave it up because you knew they all lied
It's called kindness

Knew it all along, it was the thing
That caused some undue, unwanted suffering
But you had to try
It's the thing, to do – they all had cried
It's called Approval

You knew you always had it
You knew you could have cashed on it
But you chose to lash at it
It's called integrity

Knew it was such a crying shame
And such a boring game
But for all the times they made you feel lame
You let yourself indulge
It's called the losing game of blames

You knew it saw it
But you tried to buy it
And then you had it defy it
It's called, the truth

For all the times they collectively screamed
And threw rocks at you stained glass castle of dreams
You sweated out in profusion
Grew nervous at their allusions
You went out and joined hands with the wreckers
It's called, disillusionment

You never needed it
But you still seeded it
Tried to feed on it
It's called Conditioning

You could have stolen it back
When they stole yours away
You could have tried to fake it
But you chose to let them take it
It's called, confidence

You thrash around inside when you do it
But can't help but over-do it
A little more
And then just a little bit more
You're almost its whore
It's called, Pretence

For all the times you cried
And they bought you for a price
Made you their unwilling device
To wreck their blows
You let it go
It's called, a Conscience

But you dwelt in it and made you plans
Fed on it and it let it quench your qualms
It burns, you burnt
And you saw the smoke
And waited for them to provoke
More
It's called Anger

You felt the invoking
How hard was it to control it?
You felt it coming
How easy was it ignore it?
It's called, forgiveness

You felt it stirring
You saw it occurring
You saw it could change you
You knew it will shame you
You knew it was worth
You knew it was, just as such
You knew you wanted it, just as much
You knew you could it keep it
Never refuse it
But didn't know if you could return it
In full measure
You just wanted to steal a part of the treasure
And keep it but never share it
It's called Love

You see them and you feel – callous
Just shrug your shoulders and say – bollocks
You can watch them lie
You can watch them die
You can't remember the last time you cried
It's called, Comfortably Numb

Deep in the night you see it
Almost shining, it breathes
Give it all its takes
It also goes by the name of Faith
But then you wonder
If they'll tear you asunder
You fear to show
Hide it so they wouldn't know
That you haven't been programmed – yet
Let it fall out of your hands
Spill it on the ground
Watch it lie there, shorn out of its home
Inside you it lived, Outside its gone
It's called, Humanness. .