Tears

AS I SIT AND CONTEMPLATE,
THE WORLD STILL SPINS AND TIME DOESN'T WAIT.

I THINK OF THE EARTH, IN ITS SLOW DECAY,
AND I CRY FOR IN TRUTH THERE'S NO EXCUSE, NOTHING TO SAY.

I FEAR FOR THE YOUNG WHO MUST FORGE THRU,
LOOK WHAT WE'VE LEFT THEM, WHAT WILL THEY DO?

WAR AND DISEASE, NOTHING'S CHANGED ITS ALL THE SAME,
HONESTLY I CAN'T DENY, I'M ONE OF THOSE TO BLAME.

IN MY DREAMS THEY RESIST AND SEE THE WAY,
THEY FORGE FOR THEMSELVES A BRIGHTER DAY.

THE SUN IS OUT, THEY PLAY AND RUN,
IT'S ALRIGHT, OUR WRONGS ARE UNDONE.

THEN I AWAKE AND I'M STILL HERE,
PRAYING, HOPINGAND WIPING MY TEARS.

MAYBE IT'LL CHANGE, BUT I'M NOT THE ONE,
SO I SIT AND I CRY, AND I FEAR FOR MY SON.


This work was sent to me via my uncle. please feel free to write as many comments as you like. Sparximus3