Opening Hook): One day we’re all going to fall
Fall back to the way we were before
Oh I keep wishing that one day I’ll be free
How long is this gonna last?
How long will I be me?
How long before this all ends?
(Verse 1): Walking back, sipping on leeway
Counting the lost ones, running on the freeway
Back alleys, side streets
Darkened by the supply of the green stuff
Feeding on the buzz that drives those drunks
Confused youth, heading nowhere
Lying, cheating, stealing, beating
Living off those streetlights
Praying to god like “Hey what did we do wrong?”
Broken hearts, fading dreams
Selling their potential to be what they’re not
Left out to rot
Hung out to dry
Staying strong, trying not to cry
Heads up, hoping not to die
Since when did it get to this way?
Since when did we turn away?
Turned our backs to those societal problems
Thinking there’s always someone else who’ll fix them
One day I saw it all, it got me thinking
About all the poison being drunk by the young ones
People being blinded by the false prophets behind a silver screen
Force fed ideals not belonging to them
Choking on lies as corrosive as benzene
Population growing, evolution going
Lives declining, standards rising
Riding solo on that road that is all go
Money’s the selling point, got everyone thinking greed is good
Their wants, their needs, everything that succeeds
Drowning in a river as senseless as weed
You’d think they’d get the point
You’d think the fat cats would see it yet
When are they gonna start atoning
Maybe when our voices are droning
Singing that same old song of “What about us?”
I would’ve thought the message was received
Yet they turned their backs on us, yeah we were deceived.
(Chorus): One day we’re all going to fall
Fall back to the way we were before
Oh I keep wishing that one day I’ll be free
How long is this gonna last?
How long will I be me?
How long before this all ends?
(Verse 2): Counting down the hours, sticking with old ways
Looking back on those times when I was lost for days
Never put it into retrospective
But now I can see it from their own perspective
Sitting in a ditch, feeling like failure
Staring down some monster reflected in a mirror
Dazed and wasted, held down by the pill
Popped the cork, spilled out was the depression
Flooding out the demons inside of the bottle
Illusionary visionaries
Set it aside
Made me look at who I was inside
The lights came on
Looked out at the stars
Found out I could be who I am not what I was
Shook away the teenage dreams I had as a youth
Tore down the walls that held back the truth
I remember this little girl, I think her name was ‘Ruth’
She looked up at me, tears falling down her face
Screaming out “Why was I born different! Why couldn’t I have just died!”
I sat her down, shook her awake, said “Cos all the best people are born to be unique, you don’t have to be the public’s antique.”
Got her thinking, cogs begin to turn
Like reruns of that freedom speech coaxed by Mandela
Plagued by images force-fed by the media
Making thousands of youth create mass hysteria
Thinking they’ll never amount to anything, nah they have to conform a certain way, never thinking about the price they’ll have to pay
Girls becoming plastic, hypnotised by the Barbie doll
Boys becoming bastards, old man’s got them feeding on that XXX buzz
Wars started by hate
Kids thinking about fate
It’s like we’ve all got an enrolment
To that thing called atonement
Priests and popes
Sins and jokes
Religion got us judging
Started getting us grudging
Irony’s the word of the day
Made us start paving the way
For all the violence and hopelessness
That eats away at the world today
Making us give chase
To that paradisaical dream that separates fantasy and reality
People dissing on the same shit that others take for granted
It’s not like this is post-mortem
It’s not like we’re all falling down that deep, dark ditch that they call ‘depression’
Some days we all feel blue
That’s what binds us like glue
The same pressures are what make us human
Life is not all sunshine and rainbows
But it doesn’t have to be a sea of black and white
Look at what you have and all that you cherish
And be grateful for what you have when others hopes perish
Life may not be perfect yeah I know that
But if we all put our problems onto that ship that sailed
Then maybe one day we can turn our wrongs into a right.
(Chorus)
(2nd Hook): One day we’ll learn to love again
Set aside all of our differences
A thousand dreams are flying high
The darkest hours come before the dawn.
(Chorus)
(Oh one day, one day)
(Chorus)
(Oh one day, one day)
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Of Monsters and Men: A Poetry, Short Story and Song Anthology
ПоэзияOf Monsters and Men is something I've been writing for a good four years, in those four years I suffered from severe depression and strong suicidal thoughts and dealt with it by writing these poems which were deemed very raw and very personal. I th...
