Poverty only seems to get worse. Fighting never seems to end. Wars rage on and people forget why they began in the first place. I struggle in my own life but try to help where I can. Crime and injustice abound, yet I keep trying to make it a better world. So much seems to go wrong, will I ever see it going right? I often wonder could I have done more? Is there something else I could have done? Have I done enough?

we got married in a small church
outside a big city,
a building that saw better times,
surely,
but got on the time's bad side.
we believed that love could save us,
that love would set us free;
and a few years later
woke up, like strangers,
on the separate sides
of one bed.
where did that love go?
when did it disappear?
one doesn't walk
into the same river twice,
but falls for the same flaws,
same vices.
we shared our vows in a small church
outside a big city,
naive,
wrote them with our hopes,
tied them with gold.
a few years later,
where did that love go?

we all remember the things we did
years a go has a kid
days at school were the best
exams and friends and all the rest

all the games we used to play
like knock on doors then runaway
the days they had for teachers rest
as you became your mothers pest

these are things that we all did
in the good old days as a kid.

people have emotions from the day that they are born
a natural thing to have like a rose it has a thorn
they are there within you.  a major body part
they control your feelings as your emotions start

when its time to cry your emotion tells you so
it takes away the stress. lets the teardrops flow.
when you fall in love emotion plays a part
as you feel the love coming from your heart

emotions they are there every single day
they are there inside you to guide you on your way.

underneath the moon is where i long to be
looking at the stars looking back at me
looking at the waves jumping oh so high
standing out so brightly underneath the sky

strolling on the sand as soft as it can be
strolling very peaceful looking out to sea
everything is quiet so tranquil and so calm
a place i long to be thats so full of charm.

You wrap it in a paper dream
and label it with honesty

Your version of reality

Shouting out a twisted truth
supported by your
manufactured proof
absolving you
from the lies you tell.

Well

All roads lead to madness
and the unhinged swinging gate
where suspicion
screams
in accusation
and stains
the purity of love with hate.

Innocence stares
wide eyed and helpless
denied
as hope
dismayed
slowly fades.

The wrong creed
seals their fate
the right creed
in another place
this creed
preaches hate
for all
who show the other face.

Whose creed sans pitie'
whose face
whose proof
whose version of reality
whose heartless twisted truth

empowers the fist with righteousness
and holds the key to life and death?