• A Darkened Path


    The road of sorrow,
    Avenue of depress,
    Closes it's doors
    on a happy world.

    The wars on it's grounds,
    the lives taken at will.
    The innocent children,
    cry in the darkness.

    Love is broken,
    friendship is ripped.
    All the leaves on the trees,
    turn black and dead.

    Where is this place?
    Your own backyard.
    It's the world,
    everywhere in this world.

    It happens every day,
    killing people inside.
    The happy people,
    just hide their sorrow.

    Our world is not perfect,
    this is very true.
    We need tweaks,
    and anti-war lives.

    But, sadly, this can not happen.
    The evil war pigs won't allow it.
    What has the world come to?
    The word is war.