Sing me a soft song
To send me to sleep
I can’t stand another night
Hearing this lullaby: weep
There’s a monster inside
You fought for years
But now it’s multiplied
Fueled by fear
It swallows the good
And nourishes the bad
Never have I hated
Something so invisible to my eye
I can only imagine what it’s doing to you
On the inside
Universe’s sweet irony
The baby dies first
Not a day goes by
That can quench my thirst
Longing for justice
For the underdog family
When will it be our turn?
They say ‘what goes around comes around’--
How come we keep getting burned?
We’ve served our time
And a little more too
But we’re thrown back in the slammer
Does that sound just to you?
When does the world stop spinning?
When does the pain end?
Why does it strike as soon as we’re on the mend?
The more the merrier,
But it sends evil’s ratio askew.
The choice wasn’t ours
It’s what we were born into.
Still I wouldn’t trade it
You can’t know love without loss
Still I wish I could save it
My family in a locket,
Not for God to toss.
Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 1:35 AM UTC
Sing me a soft song
To send me to sleep
I can’t stand another night
Hearing this lullaby: weep
There’s a monster inside
You fought for years
But now it’s multiplied
Fueled by fear
It swallows the good
And nourishes the bad
Never have I hated
Something so invisible to my eye
I can only imagine what it’s doing to you
On the inside
Universe’s sweet irony
The baby dies first
Not a day goes by
That can quench my thirst
Longing for justice
For the underdog family
When will it be our turn?
They say ‘what goes around comes around’--
How come we keep getting burned?
We’ve served our time
And a little more too
But we’re thrown back in the slammer
Does that sound just to you?
When does the world stop spinning?
When does the pain end?
Why does it strike as soon as we’re on the mend?
The more the merrier,
But it sends evil’s ratio askew.
The choice wasn’t ours
It’s what we were born into.
Still I wouldn’t trade it
You can’t know love without loss
Still I wish I could save it
My family in a locket,
Not for God to toss.