A moments thought to crash and burn,
smoke thickly rising,
clouding up this mortal soul;
let it not shed a single drop of rain
over the shadows,
ambivalent thought that smolders
reluctantly a clandestine mind.
To judge a book by its cover,
Is just a way to cover your own moral.
The ones who are judged should be proud,
You earn that right to stand out in the crowd!
To a bullies sham and sense of glory;
Their feeling of self respect,
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For whom are we to judge a soul by it‘s cover,
It’s what’s inside that has most suffered.
For who are we without compassion,
That justifiable feeling that shows admiration.
To shadow another’s disadvan...
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