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A time
I see the sun rise in the morning
and the blue skies up above
i see the green grass and the rose buds
I see couples filled with love
but then i see the guns, and bombs and drugs
and i see my friends entangled
in my dreams i watch them covered in bugs
watching them get mangled
people talk of a time when things were easy
when scraped knees were the problem
i just remember everything was crazy
and i thrust myself among them
i look at my life through these lenses
and act as though im tough
but lately ive learned through my senses
that an act just isnt enough
and as i watch the world grow around me
and watch people crumble and fall
i wonder when did this happen
when did life ruin us all?
