For the ChildrenThis is our world that thirsts for bloodMore Like This
Raising our children to hunt their own
Bloodraine down on earth
And we have no where to call home...
See with your own blindness
The hopelessness we planted here
Weeds of fury raging out of control
Swords of hate piercing the hearts of truth.
We commit genocide to fulfill our own selfish deisres
Destroying generations of healing rain
Hope for the future extinguished in the eyes of the very young
When will we learn to breathe, to break free of our own binds?
Millions of tiny beating hearts
The hope of our future!
How will we save these precious little ones
If we can't learn to love the life we already have?
To My Readers</i>I write this letter to my readers, whomever you may be, in hopes that this makes your day just a little better or maybe a lot better. I hope my words give you courage in the storms of life, strength when all the world comes crashing down on you, and the knowledge that someone out there really does care about you.More Like This
Some of you may laugh at this, saying things like "How could someone I've never met even give a crap about me?" but I do...I care for the hurting, the lonely, the forgotten, the weak, the strong, those living without a cause, and those living with a plan. I care for those of you who would laugh at me, and laugh at this letter. Sure, you can brush it aside and say it's nothing, but if this letter means nothing to you, than just walk on by and leave it for someone who will love these words, for someone who may find hope or courage...even in the words of an unknown stranger.
Life threatens to shake us from our greatest mounts
Where we think we're safe from all the pain
SoldierI worry that...More Like This
You'll come back in a body bag
You'll have be doped up
You'll change too much
They'll drill you full of lead
Or you won't wanna come back.
I wonder if I'm strong enough...
To survive the nightmares
To handle things if you die
To stay a "good citizen" when you're gone
To live when you're overseas
Or to fight when I'm threatened.
I know that I can...
Stand up to the bullies
Stare down the haters
Fight my own wars
Live for the One that made me
And wait for you to come home some day.
I will be here somehow
I just worry that we'll change.