"YOUR WORLD" Slowly creeping out of your darkness you find no light. Slowly wondering, becoming defensive in your fight. The flags been waived, the stars; they weep. On your soil the children cry. On your planet they all die. You take your machines and give them glory. You tell your children and their's your story. How can one live, if one can only die. Soiled and black your flag does stand. Soiled and dank your body does fall. Meaningless; devoid of senseful reason, you struggle and grudge your fist in toil. What are you fighting for? Will it fill your reasons? Die for your country. They say he died for our sins. Is this not a sin? Is this not a reason? Is this not the season? Let your children cry. Let them watch you as you die. ----------------------------------------- "BILLIONS OF PEOPLE" Inside I see you struggle. And I can wonder if we were even friends. I can't answer my own questions, cause then I'd know there answers. I'm only my pain, my reasoning unknown. The world is cold, my hands are tied and the game is growing old. At night I stay inside, I look from the window and see only the rushing tide. I can see what it was all for, yet I cannot reap the benefits. It's fine I think. It's fine I say. Maybe tomorrow will be another day. Maybe tomorrow I'll find a friend. And I'll tell them all my troubles, they'll tuck them away and they'll float through the sky in a little bubble. Maybe then the clouds will break the gray and the day wont seem so bleak. Billions of people living in this world, know the same feeling, and put it on the back burner. Half of them can't figure it out. The other half are helpless. I don't know were I fit. Or where I belong. I could make this into a sad sad song, and tell you my troubles, yet before long you'll turn away and find something new, to take away your pain. In the end I stand alone and have myself to feed my lyrics to. But if you will just hand me a spoon things will be so much easier. These are my feeling these are my thoughts. They are not paraded like a struggling emo artist. No no no these feeling are true...... I don't know where I am lost without you. --------------------------------------------- "FIGURE IT OUT" You like the things you cannot have. You like to reach those who are unreachable. You like to mess it up to handle the problem. You feel good when that happens, you like the big problems. Bubble Bubble, toil and trouble, gather your yourself from out of the rubble. Lap it all up, feel it inside. Don't you like it the independence it brings you inside? Tear down your heart, cut up your insides, and put it back together again. Light the ciggarette and watch the flames flow, throw out the match and watch the warm glow. How does it burn so slowly, so controlled? Logtical reason disgard your interest. Helpless you wonder even against your protest. It can't be figured out, it would leave no room for wonder. How lonely is life when it seems to be all figured out? You wonder you wonder how does she know, I'll tell you, I'll tell you it's one thing I know. I know this you see because your just like me. .................HIDDEN CHILD..................