Promises
They promised us a world full of gold
When even the optimists were downtrodden
There was a glorious glamor to their words
Or perhaps the glory was simply imagined
For we were naive in our youthful belief
But we were young back then and full of *****
Perhaps we thought we knew it all
But thrust into the shoes of the adults
We're little more than bewildered children
Wondering where the manual for life is
But this is an unwritten chapter
One which our lives will fill the pages
Their promises were simply words
Feeding fodder for the uneducated masses
Who desperately needed something to hold on to
For division is the harbinger of the dark times
Mothers cast aside their sons, fathers cast aside their daughters
Family unity is nothing before the black pillar
And survival matters most
We always sought relief in the unchanging tide
Always hoping to find something new
Hoping those promises could unlock a golden destiny
And revitalize a broken world
Some would question how we never knew
But perhaps deep down we always knew this was the result
As we plead with a silent God to save us from ourselves
We simply needed something to hold onto
So we gave in to false idols who assured us
That everything was going to be OK
They promised us a world full of gold
When even the optimists were downtrodden
There was a glorious glamor to their words
Or perhaps the glory was simply imagined
But we weren't naive, we were simply ignorant
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2016
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