The Fine Print Always Ruins That Glint of Hope- Part 1

There are men that say united as we stand But I fail to see a united land They should have said dead on your feet So as my knees give out My mind races about And my hand strains to be compliant with my defiant thoughts Back in school we’re taught happiness can only manage to be bought Then I fought these teachings and saw how they could be leaching Twelve years and tomorrow is another routine I can’t grasp what their teachings mean but I’m leaning towards puppetry As of recent I find hints to what they may have meant Lent up for interpretation but a life of lament seems to be the landing strip of the final descent So I locked myself up in my room I said if this is how it’s going to be you can count me out Because I won’t be part of this doom Now a days I don’t find a difference between midnight and noon The clock strikes 12 at both No longer do I condemn tears I condone them I think they promote growth So as the days go on I pass the time by watching through my window At the children playing peacefully down below on the street Oh, how lucky they are with their lives so nice and neat They think they’re invincible They have yet to taste defeat And I admire their innocence they have yet to be groomed Each day I watch for a while sometimes they make me smile And even conjure up a laugh From the safety of my bed I see thestreet lights flicker And hear little Johnny bicker with mommy until finally “ten more minutes” she said