Forever
I think
Which takes my mind to the brink
I think I'm the one that don't belong
Same old song
Don't fit
So alone I sit
If I stay away from people, they won't be so mad.
Makes me sad
Mayby they are right
I'm a dark light
But I see
No one can be free
Could be
That it is not me
They are angry, at what I don't know
That part does not show
Just if they are mad
Maybe sad
Glad
There is no happy pill
For their ill
Desire to want more
They hate being poor
They seem to hate being who they are
Not being able to reach their star
I don't know why
I can feel them cry
Mad cause they feel they fail
Lost inside their own personal jail
Can't read no mind
But I find
You walk by
I feel you cry
Mostly I see the rage
Angry at their lifes stage
Perhaps minimum wage
Everything
And all that that will bring
Hate is the season
Looking for a reason
The world is a pot
It's getting hot
So much rage is going to blow
Will not be a pretty show
This is the world I see
From which I flee
I do not wish to be a part
Breaks my heart
Hiding in my well
Yet I can tell
Mankind is walking on thin ice
Once we knew how to be nice
Lend a hand
We used to understand
Loves beautiful band
Do not know how to fix this
Closer comes this fate
Love falls to hate
Too late
Hate is the seed they sow
I can see it grow
I watch with a tear
Some fear
Head held down
I see mankind start to drown
Hate gaining speed
The need
We feed
Sadness rules
Fools
I feel love will loose this fight
Mankind falls into the forever night
Lost is the light
No going back
Once hate wins the attack
Copyright © William P. Harris | Year Posted 2023
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