Struggle and muddle through the day.
Options and solutions are not found today.
My mind races toward spring graces.
I see the traces on their faces.
Of worry and jury.
Scared of the fury they hurry.
Sisters and brothers in despair
Will they ever begin to repair?
Turn the other cheek.
Is it worth it being meek?
Could you handle it?
Would you forfeit?
I want to scream
Inside my dream.
Can you hear me shout?
There is no way out.
Is there a way?
Please tell me today.
Can they ever live free?
It’s up to you, it’s up to me.
