As I lye down to sleep,
The voices of the hurt never cease.
I think about them, the hurt that is.
Why would someone choose this life for them,
Deal them these cards of false hope and deception.
It makes you wonder, is there really someone up there,
A god or any higher presence looking out for them.
If there is, then why does he or she let this happen?
If there isn't?then who is supposed to look out for them?
Who is supposed to look out for us?
I guess the only answer is to look out for ourselves.
No one looks out for each other anymore,
That's just too damn idealistic for me.
In reality, no one looks out for each other,
Unless of course it's in there best interest.
Sometimes, they don't even look out for themselves,
But then again, this is a pretty screwed up world we live in.
So when I awake that next morning,
It's just the same thing, only a different time and day.
People fighting over money and power,
Little girls being raped.
Schools that still don't have enough books,
Children being consumed by drugs.
But like I said, this is a pretty screwed up world we live in.
