Formed Deformed

'Cry unto me and I'll sing you a song, Why can't we all just get along?' two people can speak and never listen never give unto them all that has been given unable to understand, communicate understand meaning beyond that dark gate talking in cycles since our mother’s breast when troubled by tempest we don’t better the best unless we can understand, communicate understand meaning, our ego’s deflate our words formed until they start to deform genetically troubled by our own inner storm we must try to understand, communicate understand meaning until our death date.