The Answers
When I think about the way I live.
The way people take all I can give.
They gather all around me now.
They can't feel the love,forgot,somehow.
Their empty eyes and cold dark hearts
save all their worth in shopping carts.
Disconnected by a cold dull knife.
Pain and loneliness seem their way of life.
The open signs that they disdain
attest to where their hearts have lain.
Creating chaos,feeling no shame.
Always looking for someone else to blame.
If they stay on this path then satans won.
Their clouded minds think God is gone.
They must wake up it's not to late.
It's not just a cruel twist of fate.
You may ignore,you may deny.
But deep inside,you want to cry.
You look elsewhere to be fulfilled.
But the answers lie inside you still.
Copyright © Allan Granstrom | Year Posted 2009
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