We were once like lightning and thunder,
explosive and fearsome,
creating such fire.
But like all good storms we came to an end,
and I fear that the rain has come to a drizzle,
and I not longer have a spark to lend,
so now our shock is merely a fizzle.

My word is a lie,
which cuts the ties,
that held our love together.
So say your final goodbyes,
and look into my eyes,
and see it will all be better.
I have moved on,
and you still call,
because it is me for whom you long for.
But like an overplayed breakup song,
you must take this fall,
so try to land graciously on the floor.

"What is the world coming to?" They say,
******, ****, stealing, and lying.
"How did we let it come to this?" They shout,
betrayal, lust, spying and dying.
Oh sweet ignorance,
is it not such bliss,
have you not seen this work was always like this?
We have killed for years,
while drinking victim's tears,
playing on fears,
to control our peers.
Murdering many for the sake of few,
under the facade that "it was always for you!".
But when will we turn the lights on,
and illuminate the room,
finally seeing our bloodied hands,
and our selfish doom.
When will we stop pretending it is for love,
and no longer say it is for a power that is above.
When will we look into the mirror's eyes,
and see that we have become what we despise.

I care so much for others,
so I donated five dollars,
to stop the child neglect,
because it is my duty to protect.
In my country we do not have child labor,
for we have pure souls,
only heathens would allow such things,
so I let others pull the strings.

Pick a side they said,
you cannot choose both,
life is a war,
there must be someone you loath.
You cannot hold sympathy for them all,
some deserve to take that fall,
you cannot care for all the sick you see,
so do not try to love the dead,
or you will end up like me,
and you will lose your head.

You are the sun that rises in my day,
the water that nourishes my dehydrated cells,
the clothing that warms me in a winter's night,
the light that keeps away a night's fright.

I was saved from below,
and shown what is above,
thanks to the girl that I love.
For if a monster such as me,
can feel so complete,
which is a feat,
then there must be a being that is saving me a seat.
The things that I have done,
will never leave,
and I will not run,
for a man faces his fears,
and that does not follow a few beers.
Strength must be given or gained,
through experiences that have pained,
but once you recognize the wrong,
and see that you are strong,
then life can be saved,
and with gold the streets are paved.