Open that shell
And out ocmes me,
So many judge
And so little see.
You hear and believe
Without motive to ask,
Words may decieve
But thruth will grasp.
I am not what i say
I am what i do,
I feel what i fell
So what i do is true.
Let wind carry mistruths
And let your heart see,
For you control judgement
But pause on judging me.