Still trying to make sense of it all after all these years
Still weighing-measuring and short changing my own self;
There isn’t much hope I’ll find any positive answers;
Especially out here where the natural order of things live
And the innocents who should have been granted munity;
They appear to have been lined up and given their places
As if the more of those that hear the story and agree;
The less contradictable might be the causes and effects.
Pointing fingers -wagging tongues;
They’ll be no forgiveness when everything’s done;
Truth was but a reminiscent portrayal.
And too many ships have already sailed.