Counting the lines on my wall,
Thinking about how life could be.
How long will it take until we all fall,
How much more suffering can we stand to see.
Looking out the bus window onto our streets,
There are so many things most people never see.
Like the man who cleans store windows just to eat,
And the drunk staggering into his front door.
Sitting in my desk at school,
So many hurting souls can be seen.
Forced to give into societys wants,
Too scared to be a voice to the people.
Walking down the street through the crowds,
Looking into their eyes as we pass glances.
They all seem so lost in this world we all live in,
Brainwashed by news that doesnt tell truth anymore.
Now Im trying to make myself seen in this blind crowd.
If you could see how the world truly is behind its mask.
