Before it is through, this day, spare me grace lighted gratitude.
Yet it does elude.
To here, to there, slight unfair.
Lost forgotten ways, told truths to the days, behind me.
I yearn to see.
With all my might, I hold it tight, this blinded sight.
All around in shame, we try not to be the same, is it just a game.
Patriotic worldwide fame.
The cost, our souls in flame.
They put us all, against the wall, to keep us small.
In hopes we'd fall.
To make us crawl.
For as one to sing, start the human thing, in hopes of peace we bring.
To soar on the Eagles wing.
The one percent shall sting.
This is all it will ever be, unless you and me, become unafraid to see.
Against mankinds true family tree.
You, and, me.