Driving through this neighborhood
Of boarded houses, nothing good
A scary feeling wraps me tight
I shouldn't be here late at night
My brother called, I had to go
Beyond my help, 'I know, I know.'
Yet still I need to recognize
It could be me behind those eyes
Of lost forgotten souls that thrive
In poverty with hopeless lives
The future is a memory
Of things they used to think they'd be
Their thoughts were not so grandiose
A roof, a job, a life, at most
And now they go down every morn
To drink a jug of methadone
Each day begins and ends the same
They burned their bridges, their family's name
The loss we feel as we sit smug
Has deepened like the hole they dug
The life preservers that we threw
Were used as tools...'We knew, we knew.'
To drag them down to deeper depths
We watch them drown as they repent
Their children cry, their parents hurt
Their only peace comes in the dirt.
Peace on earth, peace on earth.