So I find that everyday
Is a constant struggle between the words I wanna say And the war against the fates But I battle anyway This desire inside of me To be what everybody else creates and wants to see But I keep forgetting me I must erase hypocrisy When all the colors fade to grey The lines are blurred and it’s time to turn the page Heal the anger and the rage And unlock the angels’ cage Chorus So when all this smoke clears And the screamin’ fades away When all that remains is humbled me At the end of the day Will it matter anyway? Does it matter all the same? People misunderstanding me Creating thought and changing up my destiny There’s a hope with legacy Not a cure, but remedy There will never be enough Competition for a faith and pretense that is tough The antidote to hatred is not love What are we really dreaming of? There’s an echoing tonight The silence of a tragedy and a fading of a light There are no voices with this fight And the fear will keep you blind Chorus x2 When all this smoke clears And the screams have died away Will the laughter come back and remind us how to play? Or will our children replicate The Hate?
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Julie WestphalAuthor, Poet, Dreamer Archives
February 2024
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