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Making amends

Contributed by lostrelic on Thursday, 12th June 2008 @ 01:06:05 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

Our lives are so controlled by the past
guilt we feel and actions we wont take because we are afraid
never living life afraid of what someone or some god might think
desperately trying to find yourself in this so called new age of enlightenment
not finding the answers you are looking for
i am the same
i try to understand but money and lust seem not worthy of being called a life
then we sit with friends wanting to tell the truth but nowadays we are all hiding something
guilt is to overpowering
murder everyday how much blood shall we spill till we are happy
does the hate make you better or can you really see the true you
do you believe you are doing the right thing
how can we all be sure of anything thats why we call it learning
we make mistakes and we pay the crime some with heartache some with cells
violence is the one thing we haven't stopped since we first started writing history
is it not time to change the books no more blood on our hand
stop hitting the one you love they don't deserve it
kill your hate

Sometimes for me it looks so easy to change the world
a better thought a better goal then money glory and fame
a simpler time when everyone is equal no gold to show off
to cars that waste fuel but shine so pretty
and paving land so the rich can have the better view
its time for change
get off you knees we prayed for to long the are wasting our planet away
while you laugh and say the end is near
fore shame to the life you leave your children
with no guilt between you all
because he forgives you but what about the rest of us make amends
and live a better life

Copyright © lostrelic ... [ 2008-06-12 13:06:05]
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