The sensitive ones,
Buffeted, rueful, aggrieved,
They feel the tremors of life
Like hair raising static
Observing, reporting, withering.

The sensitive ones
Fathom a world That others do not
And sink to subterranean intensity
Unimagined by most
Perceived by few.

The sensitive ones
Are the first to break.

The sensitive ones
Buffete, rueful, aggrieved
They feel the tremors of life
They feel the tremors of life
Like hair raising static
Observing, reporting, withering.

The sensitive ones
Fathom a world
That others do not
And sink to subterranean intensity
Unimagined by most
Perceived by few.

The sensitive ones
Are the first to break.