When the axe entered the forest, the trees said 'Look, the handle is one of us!' Our eagerness to believe, eagerness to trust, eagerness for peace, was it too much to ask? They gave us money and in return we gave them the world We are running for a cure. But in reality we run away from the cause
We tear the world apart looking for joy, without ever looking within ourselves we've become disconnected, idolizing people we never met we witness the extraordinary on screens, but ordinary everywhere else we fail to see the connection we have screens in our faces so we don't see where we are headed
The canned laughter is soul destroying the wars of tomorrow will have no winners There is no change. I can only better myself.
The war inside If the war is inside of me, then whose marks on my skin? So the war is inside of me, but who locked me inside?
Sometimes the things i am, they war with each other