Faces and Places
I see them all, the faces and places
those crimes, troubled times, empty spaces.
We look to those who hold hope up high
it is a shame, they don't last long, they eventually die!
The words they held to be viewed as hope
slid out of grasp, though we still attempt to grope.
Generations come, generations go
end is the same, nothing to show.
Yet we long to be at ease, sit by peaceful waters
our short lives tho remain in bounded quarters.
So here we sit, common beings of varied races,
viewing those hollow faces and forgotten places!
I see them all, the faces and places
those crimes, troubled times, empty spaces.
We look to those who hold hope up high
it is a shame, they don't last long, they eventually die!
The words they held to be viewed as hope
slid out of grasp, though we still attempt to grope.
Generations come, generations go
end is the same, nothing to show.
Yet we long to be at ease, sit by peaceful waters
our short lives tho remain in bounded quarters.
So here we sit, common beings of varied races,
viewing those hollow faces and forgotten places!
