Being in service is tough. Never let anyone else tell you otherwise.
There are many people out there who see,
There are fewer out there who know.
With rising tempers their rational minds flee.
Without doubt they think they know.
Anger is a natural feeling.
It sometimes lead to grieving.
Yet there are those who don't hold it in.
At those times they can only sin,
So a message I must convey.
Its something you've heard in the past someday.
Patience is a virtue.
More so if you're service crew.
Watch out for your feelings, watch out for your emotions.
Don't throw them unto others just because you don't know them.
Don't let it run wild just because you know you're free from fault.
I have a kind heart but a black soul.
I may be nice but I'm forever cold.
You can never know my thoughts or my feelings.
You can't read my minds, can't hear the cursings.
As long as you're alive you have the possibility.
To change your heart and rid yourself of that disability.
The possibility that comes with being alive.
Can be used with the proper determination and drive.
But it seems that most are not aware of it. And some others incapable of seeing it. Then perhaps, that possibility should just be taken away from them. Those who deny those possibilities. Those that refute them.
