I hate that my distraught thoughts leave me with a distraught mind
In order for one man to see a dream, another must be blind
That's how the world is
One side drowning in desperation while the other floats in bliss

Young children crying, parents dying
All for the sense of pride that never existed
Empty stomachs screaming in the code of negligence
Impediments, pressure to decimate appendix

South of life, dark side of the moon
Where gunshots spark and revenge is always soon
Minds leaning, heads swinging
Solid hopes lost in fog

The pen scratches from the position of the fortunate
Im good. But I know someone else is hitting snooze because they fear of being awaken into reality
These thoughts distraught my mind all the time
Carved on an angel's wing,

"It's the only thing keeping you human in a world full of roles"