Curse At the Sun, Pray For the Rain

The sun stands head held high shimmering of pride People glide so mundane with a consistent stride I look left and right all is the same I curse at the sun and pray for the rain Troops are killed in a foreign land History laughs at the stupidity of man We kick rocks and look to the sky when we asks who’s to blame I curse at the sun over the sands and pray for the rain The minute hand rolls as your life goes Why is everything so typical, who the hell knows? I curse at the sun and pray for the rain I curse at the sun and pray for a change Boredom strikes hard God life is lame