Somethings missing on the everyday count
when somethings there but always in small amount
Why people won't share is a mystery no man can bare
Thought that we could learn from our mistakes
but all we can do is sorrow at our everyday heartaches
When can we just sit back and take it all in
and see that the creatures that we create are always hiding within
Only then can we all sleep at night in peace
When something missing on the inside that needs to be released.