Their Hate

How cn they say they know who I am
When they don't know anythin about me
Their hate is a land of dessert
But I can be who I want to be

They don't understand
They think they know
The pain of the land
Because it will not show

People are so hurtful
When they don't understand
They become afraid
So they lock it up on the land

In the land
The wind is like a giant wave crashing down
Not water but sand
All without a sound

Flecks of sand clouding for your vision
Pieces of hate
Burning your eyes
They can't save you cause it's too late