“America” a poem
America……….
America……….
The Beautiful
The Home of the Brave
Who’s going to help you, After all you do?
Who’s going to lead, When all you see is the greed?
We put our foot in the door; one more time than before but we forget the needs that we have right here,
The ones we say we hold so dear
America……….
America……….
We’re lovin Haiti but we’re killin in places like Kuwaiti!!
With all the kill'in we are makin, no wonder they are hat'in
What’s up with Iraq, Will our soldiers ever be able to come back?
We kill our men a time and again
Our country has no money, somethings sure feeling funny
We leave our people behind; The ones who are free but we’re sure not kind
We need to steer, what we hold so dear
The money we spend
The blood we shed
What about our poor and the sick that endure?
We’re out of work
Can’t pay our bills
Got no health care and our media keeps us scared
America……open your eyes………take care of your own
It’s sure not fair, when we’re all right here
We’re all right here
We’re all right here
America, take a look right here
As the song by: Apocalyptica, says:
I try to make it through my life, in my way, there's you
I try to make it through these lies, that's all I do
Just don't deny it
Just don't deny it and deal with it, yeah
Just deal with it
You try to break me,
You wanna break me...bit by bit,
That's just part of it
If you were or still alive
I don't care, I don't care
And all the things you left behind
I don't care, I don't care
I try to make you see my side
Always trying to stay in line
But your eyes see right through
That's all they do
I'm getting tired of
I've got no room when it's like this
What you want of me just deal with it
SO!
If you were or still alive
I don't care, I don't care
And all the things you left behind
I don't care, I don't care
(nothing can care about, nothing can care about)
(you won't be there for me, you won't be there for me)
If you were or still alive
I don't care, I don't care
And all the things you left behind
I don't care, I don't care
This song reminds me of the voices, depression, and my HORRIBLE LIFE!!!!!!!!!!
I don't care what they say
I won't fall for you
For all the words that you say
And for all that you do
And I don't care what you say
I won't fall for you
For every day I remember
What you put me through
And I don't care how you feel
I won't fall for you
You had your chance then
Now you choose to pursue
And I don't care how I was
I won't fall for you
People change my dear
You should know that it's true
And I don't care if you beg
And I don't care if you coo
I can tell you this, honey
I won't fall for you
I dont care if is right or wrong
If I listen to rock and roll,or a country song.
It dont matter to me at all.
We can stay home, or go out and have a ball.
I dont care if she left or right
If it is written in black or white
It dosent matter to me at all
I can play it safe,or ride in a barrow over NIAGRA FALLS.
I dont care if she is fat or thin
What is the color of her skin
What kind of person she really is
All I know I love her, and that is just the way it is.
Losing my faith, meant losing a dream, of meeting the people who lived in
between. They lived before my time, but we shared a name. but thinking and
being are never the same.
Where was my angel, when I was falling down? Didn’t she hear me crying, as I
fell to drown. In all the tears that fell from my eyes, and every time I scream. Why
wasn’t she there, to show me what faith means?
I never want to go back, to the place of hypocrites. They care about how they look,
but don’t hold and kiss my wrists. How could they leave me, when all they
preached was love? They can’t compare that place, to the pureness of a dove.
Where was my angel, when I was falling down? Didn’t she hear me crying, as I
fell to drown. In all the tears that fell from my eyes, and every time I scream. Why
wasn’t she there, to show me what faith means?
Where was my angel, when I was lying down? Didn’t they care about me, and
where I chose to drown? In all the pills I took, to help soothe all my pain, where
was my angel, to make me believe again?
I live to break the rules
I dance to see how fools
Break each others mind
Don't know what's left behind
Well I'm sorry
This is not supposed to be
A typical story
Of how you loved me
Because I'm a bad girl
I live to stay on top
I speak what's on my mind
Don't care who's on my back
Watch me I'm a bad girl
Maybe you won't get it right
So don't be shy to ask
I've taken off my mask
This is my real sight
Well I'm so sorry
Cause this is what I'm supposed to be
My typical story
of how I turned. . .
Into a bad, bad girl
I live to stay on top
I speak what's on my mind
Don't care who's on my back
Watch me i'm a bad girl
Please forgive me
For not being innocent enough
To look sweet cause I'm tough
So don't teach me what to do
This is what I've got to say
I am built this way
So just watch this bad girl . . .
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