Learning new things from old people, I see your age through all of your reasons
Leading us to self destrustion, I am just like you so why do I feel this leisure of treason
Loving the flame that kindles the fire, Without warmth from the soul the heart is sure to freeze
I can not survive in a world that can not believe in itself
Half of us can see us falling
As the other half laugh and watch the weak fall
Who is to pick up after a homeless brawl?
Police and kind people?
Where did they go...
No one helps out a drunken limp bimbo
No one reaches out to starving kin folk
No one I've seen has seemed to care
Not one at all
Not even a preacher
Our world today is getting old and beaten
Becoming that drunk cripple that lives on the streets
No one wants to help it out
Where are you people?
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