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?