How many times have i woken up next to you without appreciation.
When without your presence id have no relation.

The guides knew we were
To make the make the acceptance of difference whir..

Stir up the couldron of hate, of intolerance.
So much time spent, not a dime spent
So much shame , no acknowledgement.

Times of clowns, and you still create more frowns
I cant accept this is it!

Worried of cash and thing,
When others cant even fathom a class ring
So i now understand.
Its what has been instilled
Its up to us, if we can change
We can be fulfilled.

© Ashlee B