Everlasting vehicles only last so long
Broken glass bottles never did belong
Pews of people lined in churches
Yards of concrete roads
God did never grant us what were living on.
Blamelessly waiting for a story
Shameful hunts for another mans glory
Grains of sand in hour glasses
Tension between friends
Now I live for what I want instead of living for me.
Soot being swallowed just trying to gasp for air
Hungry children walk alone just need a mother to comb their hair
People living without shoes
Others live for extras
It’s what man kind made of life that is claimed to be unfair