When people think
of what they've done
what they've lost...
and what they've won
they always forget
those words we've said
how we've walked this world
and how we've tread.
Not softly...
we ignore their advice
we lose our loved ones
and lose our life
heed my word
when I say
this existence knows not black or white,
only the many shades of gray.
Cliches we have become
the picturesque example of peer pressure
until one day, we the push the wrong person
and anger ruptures.
Then, that day,
that we all saw
seems to take both our loved ones and our life
leaving us lonely at dawn.
Who is responsible for this travesty?
Where do our fingers lead?
Only in misleading directions
at the victims of our deeds.
We don't see them as our victims though,
another crime this world chooses to ignore;
we see them as the enemy of innocence
but inside themselves, they're at war.
Is this how we are to reward the brave?
The ones that continue when hope is bleak?
We curse them...we spit upon them
because they had the courage to freely speak...
we hide behind our Gods
and the law that has failed them
we call them freaks from a safe distance
and ridicule from a whim.
We are the terrorist of this world
the ones responsible for terror's way
whether you see this now, or down the road
your legacy will always be frayed.
Take a minute to think of this...
the transgressions on your soul
and try to wonder what it's like
to sleep in a world of cold.
