Seems like every corner
These days there's a sign
Held tight by the hopeless
Can you spare a dime

How many empty haunted eyes
Do we pass each day
With no way to stem the tide
Zombies on display

Looking for direction
The directionless
Times of no conviction
Life a hit or miss

I should not have to wonder
About what I should know
Looking for the answers
To where is all the hope

Grandparents raising children
Abandoned by their kids
If years ago, you would have asked them
Would they have thought to guess this

That this would be their life
Same with the ***** mother
With a family of five
Expecting soon another

Or the young family
That struggles to make ends meet
Living in a beat-up car
On a dead-end street

I should not have to wonder
About what I should know
Looking for the answers
To where is all the hope