What can I say these times have changed,
They just ain't the same, emotionless dames,
Trumped up fames, negative thoughts pour in on us like acid rain

Try to run from the pain but no matter how fast always seems that our past is blocking our tracks, constantly checking back, eyein' what's already passed, ignoring the facts, seeing our futures as bleak and disastrous.

Nothing nobody can do for you bro, your on your own but don't feel so alone, we all will rome down that road till we find were to settle and consider us at home.

Some fit in better than others but none of us should really even bother, the societal agendas gonna down us like water.

It's always much colder or hotter that what we would like so we stand up and fight, get told where not right, get thrown in a box, close the door, shut off the light.

Now locked up tight you search your mind, soon you will find One to confide, who will stick by your side, no matter the tide, he is your personal guide, chaperone through this grime, this so called life, ushering you through you difficult times, He'll be there after the day that you die.

Be sure to thank Him tonight.
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