My Sound
Is it all for nothing?
We may never know
Does it really make you stronger?
Or more painful and slow
Should we really believe?
Or is it a waste of time?
These horrible things that happen
How evil can really shine
I thought good conquered bad
But,not these days
maybe its our fault
Our being is such a maze
Life is so scary
Death has got to be an ease
I fear everyday
And I'm sick of begging please
Stop the hunger, why all the hate?
Stop the greed
What exactly will it take?
Severe weather, economy and crime
When will we learn?
And is it just a matter of time?
The world has ended 5 times before, who is to say when
I choose to fight, not for me, but for the children
On the other hand,
Do we want them to know what we have built here
Beacuse, personally I am ashamed
Greed, scandals, looks and material things are no longer tamed
Yes we are the land of the free
But, I truly feel it is costing me
My morals, my beliefs and what I hold deer
In 5, 10 years may no longer be here
Yes we are the land of opportunity
But is it really for us?
Or is it for those of conveinous
Those we have hurt and try to regain
Trust that was never there and will never retain
How can we make it right?
We are so backwards and upside down
This is with with me day and night
This is my constant sound
Copyright © Dawn Quering | Year Posted 2009
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