One Big Mess

Standing tall and standing true That was the child that was in you Now all that you seem to do Given half the chance Is join on in the latest scream Not even sure of what it means Just so it your way leans You're more than happy to protest With the loss of innocence That sang along with common sense No idea of where it went Nor could you even guess You feel the pain you feel the hurt But does the mud you sling really work If truth be known in what you've heard Would you find it of interest Or do you just go with the flow Blindly follow because they said so And who are they to even known Though you're no less passionate I think sometime's we take the facts Set them aside let them relax Only use them when they fit us best Be it Right or be it Left All I see is wound up hate The spring has sprung, are we too late The end is here as our last blind date As it's now just one big mess There is so much protesting these days from all sides. I think if we stopped for a moment and checked out the facts half the protesting would come to an end....