Young Livers Fair Well
I wish these were the first words that I heard,
"Welcome in dear stranger,"
but the red ran fast of their hands.
Slight of hand receive/emit the coarse
and timely candor.
With forked tongues and unkind eyes.
It wastes in smiles.
Wrapped in tooth and fang.
Designed deception.
Hanging like the lit neon signs.
Have we all come unhinged.
Faceless apathetic.
I thought once we were as one.
But now,
most seems focused on the aesthetics.
Wrought with indecision. Iron lines draw a hard division.
We are not alone.
We are not alone.
Raise up fall fast once more around.
We are not alone.
We are not alone.
Raise up fall fast once more around.
We are not alone.
We are not alone.
