Pink

Without the soul how can you think?
Within whose hands you put your trust?

The glass of sorrow you shall drink.
The joy of life you'll have its crust.

You'll find the pictures only ink.
And humans seem to you as dust.

Then in the sink of doubts you'll sink,
And drown in traps of greed and lust.

So think before your thinking shrink,
And guard your healthy heart from rust,

For hearts without emotions stink,
And only souls emotions gust.

Your eyes will see beyond the ink,
Just let your soul your eyes adjust.

You'll see the yellow, blue, and pink.
Unfair affairs will seem but just.