How do you expect us to make sense,
of this world full of pretense,
where wealth means more than conscience,

All I see in these eyes is this lust,
and distrust,
and disgust,

How can you raise a gun at your own brother,
and leave somewhere a crying mother,
the fault is your own and none other,

All I can do is try,
and defy,
the rules we live by
and hope that I,

Can see this through,
because I just want to do,
what I’m supposed to,
as opposed to,
what you want me to,

Subject to constant brutality,
to the extent of fatality,
when life is just a formality,

Welcome, to the sad reality.

Not over just yet!

I don’t think I’m good enough at anything I do,

I don’t think I’m strong enough, enough to see this through,

When my future is in question, there’s nothing I can say,

But I still have a hope inside to see another day,

When the truth stares at you right in the eyes,

And you are broken and bruised after so many tries,

Your heart feels weak and your throat goes dry,

But there’s still a chance for you to decide,

To get up or stay on the ground,

To start walking or just stay around,

So today’s the day you shed your inhibitions and start all anew,

And today’s the day you realize that there’s a lot left to do.