I know I don't belong here,
this worl is not my home.
The people I'm surrounded by,
make me feel so all alone.
They are blinded by everything,
by the god of this broken earth.
They deny all you call them too,
and have no sense of worth.
Each day is a trying battle,
sometimes I just give up.
I don't know how to help them,
Because they just want me to shut up.
Their lives are day to day living,
so wrapped up within routine.
Tomorrow is not an oppertunity,
it's just a day they wait to see.
They build up walls with television,
with games and telephones,
computers and worl politics,
it all makes me long for home.
So how am I to help them?
How am I to flee?
I don't know why they live each day,
because they sure do not seem free.
I know they aren't the only ones,
this whole world has been decived.
I just seem to have a front row seat,
to the death of my family.
