Blowing Away In The Wind.

Isn't it sad (This isn't that good)

It's sad to think,

That the people you talk too,

Can be on a boat that's about to sink.

That the words that come out of our mouths,

Can cause the light in someone's eyes,

To go out.

Isn't it sad to know,

That our actions,

That our words,

Can cause someone to give up and let go.

That one person,

Can be the one to choose,

If another lives or dies.

That another,

Either smiles or cries

Isn't it sad to see,

That we decide,

Who someone else is going to be.

That we morph them,

Into we want.

That we won't let them be free.

Isn't it sad,

The truth,

The lies we try to hide behind,

Fall at some point or another.

We talk without thinking,

Even though after words we ponder.

Ponder.

Ponder on the people you could have killed,

With a single word.

Ponder on the times,

You were broken and hurt.

Ponder about the lies you've told,

and the choices you made.

Ponder.

Isn't it sad...

That these words,

Will fly right pass your head...

Isn't it sad.....?