Thinking Aloud

THINKING ALOUD Looking onto the crying rain My tears became much apart, I can't march on with faith When my maker rejected my muse Dancing alone in the forest I wish I could help my dying soul. Believe it or not, humanity is lost In the endless search of identity Without the right mindset. They say language is our problem Corruption, our nightmare but I Know that religion is the bedrock of our plight. When would the farmers return from their harvest? The farmers who promised us of light and Prosperity in the dusk and now is the dawn Faces advertising their worth to be praised Yet, their works are evil and killing. Humanity is weak, we are lost, lost in the wood. No one would solve our problems accept us but where is the "US" when there is no "U", When we remained one man for himself as the snake? No one cares for each other in the dawn Accept in the dusk when faces become Faceless and the night overpower our wills. Time eroding to the west in pains, Sorrowful night overshadow souls Darkness riding by in desperation Souls in search of lost identity Fools on parade with their sugar coated tongue dangling like a Tattered cloth behind the rock. Only the grace could save the day The promising messiah soon will emerge And take over the government of man Then shall there be peace and love Among the animals called man whose Motives only the creator could tell. Would there ever be peace on earth before then?