Cryptic Love Poem, Pt. 2

This is for the misfits, the cryptic, the lovesick
The ones who speak their minds through the madness
The black sheep, the kids who never fit in
'Cause trust me, you're blessed to be different
Forgive our fathers and our fathers' fathers
For we can't let the past be our master
Show love to all the single mothers
And for the people, we just want answers
Livin' in a world that's hardly heart driven
Yeah
Livin' in a world that's hardly heart driven
Yeah