How did it all get, so out of hand?
How did we stop caring, about our land?
When did we start judging each others choices?
When did we stop hearing each others voices?
Who are we without the mask?
Who are we without a task?
What makes you more perfect than me?
What makes you think, we must agree?
Why do we argue about who is right?
Why do we think we have to fight?
The questions are simple, the living is not…
We wake up each day all tied up in knots…
Searching for answers that will never be found…
Waiting to be buried six feet under the ground…
Thank you, I’m sorry, forgive me I pray…
I don’t understand, but one day I may.
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