A Troubled World
Behind every door, you'll find a window
But what you find might not come so simple...
Sudden surprises, split second mistakes
Who's to know what hearts will break
Farfetched ideas, practical jokes
Make-believe, a life ending hoax
Constant moaning, tax collectors phoning
Diseases running rapid, aids even roaming
Children stop growing, with nobody knowing
The world in a spin, while mouths they are foaming
Youth they are zoning, trying to get in and see what is going
But something so wrong, has ended our song
We no longer belong, no one left to be strong
It's like a disease that we can't even seize
So we stay on our knees, always asking God please
Please lend us the keys, to get out and break free
So just maube again, I'll be able to see
Everything that I can, and am needed to be
But to sit here and wait, it has ended our fate
Love it comes second rate, nothing left to now take
It must be some mistake, no more time to shed hate
Or believe what is fake
For now it is time to show love for hope's sake
Copyright © Nastassia Langston | Year Posted 2005
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