When
As we face the reality of life
We hear the sounds of slap to our faces
Where we beg to live for another day
And thorns are kept in our flesh
We were told to prepare
For peace in the times of war
But how can we when we don’t
Understand the peace piece’s puzzle
We can’t afford enough for the day
Than we are to save for tomorrow
Told to provide what we don’t have
Our future flew out of our hands
So when will we do such thing
When the goer goes to the grave?
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