The clock is blinking Seven-thirty
Can barely see the sunrise for the trees...
PEACE
WHAT IS PEACE...
There once was a hobo,
Got hit with a low blow...
Laying in the halls
how I'm a bloody mess...
Let me think my thoughts,
Without having to read them in the headlines...
We Need to Change
Whisper in my ear...
Time is of but
a precious regard...
Society is worried.
Distressed by war...
Life sometimes,blissful,sad,happy,but mostly...
Why do people judge me on what they think i am?
i wish they'd just ask me just try to understand...
People have different color,
even if they don't have that much dollar...
We live in a world,
where lies fill the air...