No Magic Pill

Broken and battered slipshod and shattered we've all but hidden amongst the scattered Lost in our wake we fake and then take shelter oblivious to what's truly at stake Trembling in fear from the darkness near trying to hold on to what we hold dear Our heart cry's are hollow while we stand strong to follow all along, it's a tough pill to swallow... It's easier to sedate then to truly relate purposeful forgetting instead of facing the slate During the course of our sleep we must try hard to keep that feeling inside which reach far and deep There is no silver bullet no magic pill to pull us from this stupor we have fallen to dullness We are all searching for answer's which we won't find on paper written in our heart's is our creator's Love draper...