On the blood fields they cry
Young men needlessly die...
[[Why do we turn a deaf ear
to those who are hurt...
I, Me, Mine, My
Every thing's about self...
When did a women become another picture to stare...
when did the perfect girl become the one with out...
Midnight dreams of taking chances,
Under a moonlit sky...
It flows with the beat of my pulse
And the beat of each raindrop...
I think of it often when walking
the responsibility that lies therein...
This is my first in a while.. and i'm losing it, I...
There in the corner, where no one notices
Is someone dying for acceptance...
They are the birds
Grace...
What is feminity?
She smiles a bit lost...
Like the golden glow of the setting sun
Does this time represent the fall of man...