My mind is racing,
Back and forth it's pacing.
Trying to figure me out,
What's this life about?
What's the cause,
To my effect?
What inner laws,
Can I erect?
What can I do,
To make this better?
What kind of truth,
Will make us shudder?
Can I make my brothers see,
It's not about you and me,
It's all about what we achieve,
When we set aside our hate,
Death is chastened and bereaved.
We can make us truly great,
And overthrow the ties of fate,
If our hate does not deflate,
The balloon of love that we create.
Can we work together,
To stop this stormy weather?
To soothe our loving hearts,
Each of us must play a part.
Each of us must stand and call,
To the fate above us all.
Together we cannot fall,
And our will will not be stalled.
We must trust in each of us,
An idle shush that leaves us flush,
So eager we to see us crushed,
And mother earth will surely blush,
At the atrocities,
Endless animocities,
Hate and anger all around,
A killing shroud that makes a crown.
We are kings of our death,
Eating up all that's left
,
Of our own human race,
Consuming out of pace,
And running out of faith,
We must find a hungry taste,
For knowledge cannot go to waste.
I cannot see what's coming,
Or find another path,
But the hatred we are drumming,
Has been seen within our past.
If we cannot learn,
From the death of our ancestors,
We are all doomed to burn,
While our anger slowly festers...
