how easy it is to pretend
that they would never feel the things we do
that they are so different from us
Do they look out the window as the past disappears
Are the words of poets more meaningful to them
Is freedom for the soul or for God
Who could know what is right
how easy to assume we will ascend
that we are forgiven while treating them cruel
that they are a race to distrust
What in their life accuses them of being in contempt
Is it outside God’s ability to control the message
Is freedom about fear or disobedience
Who could know what is wrong
how we try to dignify the end
they cover the bodies we expose like fools
but we both begin with a single cut
Is it what our parents taught us that we trust
Rebellion is only the ignorance of our youth
There is no world to possess
Only the moment to make them cry
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 10:03 PM UTC
how easy it is to pretend
that they would never feel the things we do
that they are so different from us
Do they look out the window as the past disappears
Are the words of poets more meaningful to them
Is freedom for the soul or for God
Who could know what is right
how easy to assume we will ascend
that we are forgiven while treating them cruel
that they are a race to distrust
What in their life accuses them of being in contempt
Is it outside God’s ability to control the message
Is freedom about fear or disobedience
Who could know what is wrong
how we try to dignify the end
they cover the bodies we expose like fools
but we both begin with a single cut
Is it what our parents taught us that we trust
Rebellion is only the ignorance of our youth
There is no world to possess
Only the moment to make them cry
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