This took me a few days to write, so if it sounds corny or forced please tell me! Can you see that fire in the sky? The broken hearted dreamers pass on by. Do you even realize what was lost? Do you have the will to pay the cost? Can you hear the people as they groan? There’s no ignoring their silent words of stone. Do you even take the time to care? Don’t you know that life can be unfair? The black and midnight streetlamp starts to glow. Upon the homeless masses light does flow. A million more will journey to the street. Drinking bitter cups of hot defeat. You’re sitting happy on a kitchen chair. In solitude you eat your meal with care. Though the world around you starts to crash Your caring soul has now turned to ash. Today the choice is yours to make a change. This misguided path can be exchanged. The will to change is wasted on the young. As the final song of innocence is sung. The nation that we knew exists no more. Its traditions have been thrown out the door. There is much more to do than sit and cry, Dreams can still take wing if dreamers try. In the end, despair is not the way. The wheels of change are already in play. To cry defeat is not my inclination As the seed of hope sprouts its first sensation.
