Tod
ay is filled with
anger, fueled with hidden h
ate.
Sc
ared of being outk
ast,
afr
aid of common f
ate.
Tod
ay is built on tr
agedies which no one w
ants to f
ace.
Nightm
ares to hum
anity
and mor
ally disgr
aced.
Tonight is filled with r
age, violence in the
air.
Children bred with ruthlessness c
ause no one
at home c
ares.
Tonight I l
ay my he
ad down but the pressure never stops,
kn
awing
at my s
anity, content when I m dropped.
But tomorrow I see
a ch
ange,
a ch
ance to build
anew,
built on Spirit, intent of he
art,
and ide
as b
ased on truth.
Tomorrow I w
ake with second wind
and strong ide
as of pride.
I know I fought with
all my he
art to keep the dre
am
alive