Blind

Life is good nothing is wrong But why does this all seem like a song Waiting for the happiness to reach its extent Like waiting for the rain inevitably to end When all is gone and the hope seems lost We’ll still stand here with our eyes glossed Accepting the pain, terror, and decay The solution to the problem we will delay Living in limbo ignoring the space Our lack of hearts stays them to not break Continuing to pretend that everything is fine Blind to the children alone behind the government lines