The Lost Life

Along the highways and byways of this great nation I drive, I see people struggling just to survive. Robbing Peter to pay Paul,to try to live right, They cry themselves to sleep every night. They want the best for themselves and their child, But settle for less in a world gone wild. They fight with depression,anger and despair, But keep a grasp on life because they care. Some fall through the holes that life leaves, To much dishonor,anger and to many things to grieve. They get trapped by the bills and pain, They try to look forward with nothing to gain. They grab a rope,bottle of pills or a gun, Away from this world is where they run. To fast,this world we live in, Why can't it be slow like it was,should have been.