I do not understand—(hate)

I walk beneath the open sky (hate spreads like coal across the blue)
I do not understand—(hate)(It wears no face, only masks of fear&noise)
All these questions form, I cry (a firestorm that once was true)
—like fire pretending to be(ice) or mouths curled into fists—see?
The winds are soft, the earth is still—(it creeps close, then cuts in two)
I saw a child (alone) laugh at a stranger because love was breathing through her. Love
Yet something stirs against my will (a grin that drips with bitter dew)
and then(silence)that then spills from grown-up eyes—and grows teeth—lashed out lies—
I speak in hope, I sing of grace (hate hides behind a broken gate)
(It is a colorless color of nowhere, a marching band with deafening drums)
And though I see the human face, (it mimics love, then calls it fate)
I do not understand—because of my heart—(it forgets the edges..)—when you smile.
The morning comes, the night must fall (it stains the soul, it shouts too late)
because the stars(they know all)do not belong to war—
(Hate twists the truth into a weight)But I don’t fear hate’s hollow call.

(Hate spreads like coal across the blue) (hate) (It wears no face, only masks of fear&noise)
(a firestorm that once was true) (ice) (it creeps close, then cuts in two)
(alone) (a grin that drips with bitter dew) (silence)(hate hides behind a broken gate)
(It is a colorless color of nowhere, a marching band with deafening drums)
(it mimics love, then calls it fate.) (It forgets the edges.)
(it stains the soul, it shouts too late)(they know all)(Hate twists the truth into a weight)

I walk beneath the open sky, I do not understand—
All these questions form, I cry—like fire pretending to be
or mouths curled into fists—see? The winds are soft, the earth is still—
I saw a child laugh at a stranger because love was breathing through her. Love
Yet something stirs against my will that then spills from grown-up eyes—
and grows teeth—lashed out lies—I speak in hope, I sing of grace
And though I see the human face, I do not understand—
because of my heart—— when you smile. The morning comes, the night must fall
because the stars do not belong to war—but I don’t fear hate’s hollow call.