we look upon thy sky and say it is mine.
but we cannot climb upon the air.
for we are blinded and left bear with night.
the sun begins grow dark in the day.
we all run in dismay and to our shame.
all we have done is stake claims upon the land.
now it has turned to nothing but sand.
man and women wail in vain.
they played a masters game and now they are to have nothin to blame.
why can we not hold each other in comfort and end these pointless wars.
how can we call ourselves civil if we kill ourselves on dime.
can no one bring us the light in time.
we are the greatest of enemies, to the very many.
wars come in go like a childs cold.
but we forebold all that is slow.
we need to slow and grow emotionaly.
or continue the path we have set and end the history of us in calimity.
we can find serneity and harmony in each others arms.
can i the only one to see that no matter the race that we chase.
the wars of religious believes and evils that we consider.
are just here to hinder us from knowing that we all bleed the same blood.
that is all thicker then mud.
i wish to live and grow old.
so that i can mold my generation into a new hope.
can we have no common hope.
but we cannot climb upon the air.
for we are blinded and left bear with night.
the sun begins grow dark in the day.
we all run in dismay and to our shame.
all we have done is stake claims upon the land.
now it has turned to nothing but sand.
man and women wail in vain.
they played a masters game and now they are to have nothin to blame.
why can we not hold each other in comfort and end these pointless wars.
how can we call ourselves civil if we kill ourselves on dime.
can no one bring us the light in time.
we are the greatest of enemies, to the very many.
wars come in go like a childs cold.
but we forebold all that is slow.
we need to slow and grow emotionaly.
or continue the path we have set and end the history of us in calimity.
we can find serneity and harmony in each others arms.
can i the only one to see that no matter the race that we chase.
the wars of religious believes and evils that we consider.
are just here to hinder us from knowing that we all bleed the same blood.
that is all thicker then mud.
i wish to live and grow old.
so that i can mold my generation into a new hope.
can we have no common hope.
