Pages Are Written Harshly In the Ink of Pain

Pages are written harshly in the ink of pain Where are we running without any worldly gain Voting for causes without any heart in mind Giving up our soul with no human kind With eyes on a prize without a return No faith in each other we will all truly burn Building bridges with a gate on either side As we tuck away the fallen in the shadows to hide Earning riches but always wanting more But what did we win when no one was keeping score Taking a leap when we should have leard to fly Ctossing a river while we watch others drown and die Holding a sign but now knowing the meaning Giving ourselves but never with any feeling Grasping tightly but always letting go Claiming the truth to hide a lie for show Listening to the people never hearing a word Winning it all only to do the most absurd Taking full joy in others painful past Speaks volumes of yourself so vast Shaking a hand but only for today Knowing deals that were signed will be torn away Seeing now who you are we can only cuss Once believing you were suppose to be the best of us