Soldiers
of all armies...
Limits they call them.
Reality they say...
We, society, see a problem child, a kid that...
A teenager who just intentionally sets about...
The wounds appear in an arranged future.
when the first event occur...
The grass and the trees
A top soil and stone...
It is our time, it can never be over,
That is what they said, it is like the saint days...
When something seems flawless;
Perfect hair, stunning smile...
Am I a bad person for not supporting the overseas...
Am I bad person for not supporting the troops...
In this world that seems desolate and bleak
Why won't you help me see, what inspires me...
Down this road, I'm alone
no one sees me, no one hears me...
Astonished by
your hypocrisy...
Never ending circles of lies, deceit
taking our hard earned money...