i got my blanket back
i got my blanket back
but 2 souls are taken
2 more are gone
i could have known them
i could have shared
but i just close back up
close back up and dig a hole
to hide in
time is provoked
time is lost
given to the poor?
no, just wasted away
what is with the mindset
of this generation
not losing but wasting and on repeat?
what would our parents say
if they really cared?
what would our parents say
with their arms crossed, jaw barred?
what would our parents say
to us, the ones who had it all to spare?
were we really ever truly aware of what we had?
we must press on
we will move on
but we will never trespass on
forgetting each other
so much to build on
so much to grow on
nothing will break this strong
family apart
we have too much heart
we'll go so far together
alone together,
together alone
as long as we we realize there's something, something irreplaceable
that we own
something we always have shown
in our fortress of make-believe,
but never to be confused with
a make-believe fortress
there's always more to add
there's always more to say
but all good things must come to an end