I lose sleep every night.
The present is a friend,
whom I haven't met in a while.
To be in peace with me,
is what I want me to be.
All I am seeking,
is a good night's sleep.
Who am I, really?
Was all that sacrifice,
Those sleepless nights,
Truly worth it?
Did I ever feel alive,
Or am I just a fragment of a world in decline,
Accepting nothing will change?
Is a life’s worth measured by power alone?
Will this world ever be equal for us all?
The rage, oh the rage.
Can't contain, can't control.
It co-exists with dreams,
some unfulfilled, some given up upon.
My life, my dear life.
The more I try,
the more it turns into chaos.
The show ends at midnight.
There is no laughter, just cry.
The broken hearty gets a voice,
there is no crowd to satisfy.
Makeup off.
Now its just scares, no glow.
Sleep early brother,
Tomorrow you have another show.
In a world full of lies,
I lost my soul.
where the things that don't glitter,
are left untouched, ignored.
Numbers define worth,
Network and connections have taken over,
the ones loved and lost.
Humans being worshiped,
There is no place for God.
The sun shines above the circle field.
Where the horses and greens are well trimmed.
No flowers in sight in the track of the rich.
Healthy stable, but not the ones who feed.
Money is made on the fastest bet.
Millions gained and lost,
for mere entertainment.
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I prayed for my son,
and so did she.
They had the same duty,
but in different fleets.
One will face the bullet,
and the other will come back home.
Prayers of one mother will be answered,
and the other will lose it all.
The slow whites in the blue sky,
the gentle wind in the wild.
Trees turn purple,
amongst the beauty I was with her.
Another piece of beauty.
We walked through the greens,
holding hands softly.
I lose sleep every night.
The present is a friend,
whom I haven't met in a while.
To be in peace with me,
is what I want me to be.
All I am seeking,
is a good night's sleep.
There is no water in the ponds.
Its just blood, even when it rains
on nights when people lose their lives,
to guns and knifes.
Where I bomb one brother,
and give another high five.