The Letter.

It actually didn’t start out right.
There was black brown, never light.
We hold the bad emotions too tight.
And hate, never outta sight.

But the night grows old,
And it’s time to let go.
Let’s retreat inside our souls
Think outside our petty fouls.

I was gonna write an angry song
But why let anger drift you along?
Time age death don’t know right from wrong
Hate wouldn’t make you better than the throng.

I would write longer, longer, longer...
But it’s not gonna make anything better.
Because I’ve just got a letter
Showing me the real pains of the other world.

So tonight I shall forgive
And let live.
It’s a trap
Getting caught up
In a world
That doesn’t care
About
Anything.

So if you hate,
I hope you get the same letter.
And henceforth pledge your tears
For a more useful purpose.

It’s never just about you.
There are others, who deserve to smile under the skies so blue.

-Lemon, Murder'd
(upon reading a letter that calls out for donations to the poor kids in Africa).