Our Lost World

Hearts trun to stone
burning up as they wither away in the unknown
words pierce the bone
as people search for their true home

streets fill with blood
as tears begin to flood
and roses die as buds
as a stomped on heart beats slowly in the mud

time is soon forgotten
as minds quickly turn to rotten
air is thick as cotton
with thoughts so simply wrong

is this truely what we seek?
to, when hatred is committed, to simply turn the other cheek?
this is where hunaity leaks
long ago we lost sight of our peak

and people tear in two
everwondering what to do
with nothing left to know
and nowehere left to go