Forgetting what is behind
Striving toward what is ahead...

When an artist begins on the canvas
The master of the beauty awaits...

Those thoughts of suicidal hate
Ran through my brain like a buzzing bee...

There's been a war going on
For three months now...

I lie there across the street
Alone, in the scorching heat...

Headed out for a busy street
This night has never felt so sweet...

I cry out in the midst of this tragedy
No such thing as comedy...

When those heroes walked down the old road
Was no hope, they were told...

Look at all of these cities
Filled with all these celebrities...

Everything revolves around love
And only love...

She sits there alone again
She looks like she's were no one should've been...

Reclining in my easy chair
On a day oh so fair...