What am I?
Where am I going?
What am I doing?
Who can I look to??
Through out our live we ask ourselves,
some more then others,
so keep this from the list of bothers,
we are confused and lost,
don't where we are going,
We lose who we are,
we used to stand and believe in justice for all,
and that good came to those who tried,
but we lost ourselves,
to life kicking us down,
why are the martyrs of all societies,
hunted like animals,
by those who they try to help,
we lose ourselves in the retreat,
wondering if its all worth it,
when we end up being alone,
and having to hold ourselves by the fire,
not wanting to be alone,
or hunted,
wondering,
why am I doing this?
Is this all really worth it?
