It occurs to me
That every time
We sit and cry
That no one minds
To ask what's wrong
Or what we need
Or why the tears fall from our face
Society just won't accept
Our sadness, sorrow, or our pains
Because they know
If they expose
Is anyone caring?
To expose the fact
That they are weak
In the expense of others?
No one wants to face the truth
Not you, not me, not the crying man
That we are a nation
Turned to selfishness...
It's scary, isn't it, the truth?
We watch as our own children die
And one day, you might do it, too
And one day you might be doing it, too
Shocking, yes, I know I am
Can you believe I just said that?
Well, it's true
We need the truth
If we don't fix what we've become
We can't return to who we were
We cared, we loved, we laughed
Before the darkness swept our minds
We can return
We must return
To a time when we weren't so f***ed up
When 'Heaven' and 'Hell" were separated
By the things that we initiated
Into our hearts, into our minds, into our souls
But then again
You probably think
These are just the ramblings of a madman