Oh! to love and to be loved,
How the ones who think their superior
Are desperate at heart,
Meanwhile the ones who have got
Can’t keep it…
Well they call us sapiens for a reason
But when did we turn out to be treason,
Ask the widow how does it feel to be alone
Or the soldier who hasn’t returned home,
Then maybe you’ll see how my inner child might feel,
The day when I finally heal.
——Jenny
