Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock.  
If these walls could tick talk,
Oh the stories they would share,
Unrelenting bill collectors call,
Though she has just finished burying her husband.

"Don't spend the buck if it is not one owned"
We owned them but they were taken along with him. In this years time we will not have a house, but this future is not dim and you are not a thief.

I see humanity, but I'm missing the humans,
Every act of kindness lately has been a writers lie,
I see conformity, but no joint and just cause,
Do we live in the age where heroes are but feed for the mind of a sheep,
Or where heroes are our templates to build a better tomorrow.