And we have become the torturers of this world
Creatures of love and hate, dark images we mold
I descry the tribulations of the borderline of time
And the plenty clouded things we do with a smile
All with a million wants, and understanding none
Every where I walk, every-day people on a mission.
There are so many expressions among this crowd
I weep because I know how despondent they are
Souls drowned in oceans, and oceans of dreams
Out of mind faces laughing for different themes
All impoverished, holding unto what they believe
Every where I go, every-day people is all I see.
