Chained to a future inescapable
Hurting eyes ignored in front of greed...
I am tired
tired of this world...
Grow a beard and chop down forests
Speak our minds, you still ignore us...
The meaning of right and wrong
Is not something others can decide in your place...
And no i cant run in hide from all this pressure...
Beauty,
a hopeful skin-deep term...
Shadiness blurs past inconspicuous strangers,
a color that isn't seen with the naked eye...
Softly like a bell jingling in the breeze...
Mother is nature -
Which whenever respected...
The battle rages on ward
I can not move forward...
Wasted years
behind the mask...
I stand here now looking up
Against the ground I prove my all...