My Sound

Is it all for nothing? We may never know Does it really make you stronger? Or more painful and slow Should we really believe? Or is it a waste of time? These horrible things that happen How evil can really shine I thought good conquered bad But,not these days maybe its our fault Our being is such a maze Life is so scary Death has got to be an ease I fear everyday And I'm sick of begging please Stop the hunger, why all the hate? Stop the greed What exactly will it take? Severe weather, economy and crime When will we learn? And is it just a matter of time? The world has ended 5 times before, who is to say when I choose to fight, not for me, but for the children On the other hand, Do we want them to know what we have built here Beacuse, personally I am ashamed Greed, scandals, looks and material things are no longer tamed Yes we are the land of the free But, I truly feel it is costing me My morals, my beliefs and what I hold deer In 5, 10 years may no longer be here Yes we are the land of opportunity But is it really for us? Or is it for those of conveinous Those we have hurt and try to regain Trust that was never there and will never retain How can we make it right? We are so backwards and upside down This is with with me day and night This is my constant sound