I go numb
From the things that I  see
It makes me feel so humdrum
Yep, really glum
Feeling nothing
As small as Tom Thumb
Just dumb
Just setting back waiting for God to come
To clear this earth of all the pond ****
Again and again
I ask
What have we become
Where did we come from
All of us living to the beat of our own drum
Again and again
I feel nothing
Happy faces
Sad faces, replaces
In so many places
Love, just traces
What happened to good graces
There is no bases
For getting caught up in the rat races