Trapped
Follow the crowd,
they know the way,
under the radar,
from the light of day.
Brewing up misery,
wrapped in pain,
now everyone,
knows your name.
Hooked, and homeless,
is where you'll be,
as you follow their path,
of devastation, you'll see.
Bitter division,
from family, and friends,
begging you constant,
don't do that again.
Trapped you are,
can't seem to move,
strong hands that grip you,
they know how to use.
Destruction is coming,
don't know when,
but if you don't change,
evil will win.
All the misery,
others have felt,
now upon you,
someone will tell.
Friends of dealers,
fake friend to all,
he won't be there,
when you take that fall.
All by yourself,
standing all alone,
look around,
the friend is gone.
Another weak soul,
he has pledged to destroy,
unsuspecting parents,
of girls, and boys.
Open your eyes,
before it's too late,
the friend of meth,
your soul he will take.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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