Sometimes dreaming is what keeps me alive
but sometimes I wonder if it's worth the fight
when all it appears to do is fill my mind, with
something that seems impossible for this life.

And I don't mind this world in its essence
it's the outcome I don't understand
when everything's viewed to be broken
and no one will just take a stand.

It's the rage of all the ages
it's the cry of all our hearts
it's the sin that drowns the beauty
tearing us apart.

It's the ache we feel with silence
it's the voice that goes unheard
it's the times when we are troubled
it's the times we're not assured

It's the helpless little babies
it's the blessing never known
it's the line that needed drawing
it's the the love never shown

Today,
the tree watches sadly,
a hundred years
of what we might have become.
Every day he sighs,
while roots struggle
through cracks in the pavement.
Each day is a torment
that nobody hears,
lost in sirens and
unearthly noise.
Each day they all smile,
trapped behind bars
in a fortress of stone
and of fear.
The city teems every night
in unholy light
and traffic throbs