Answers are Many

The answers are many, the questions are few

for people have given up hope, for what else is there to do

over yonder there is a field

that holds so many feelings one never thought were real

look over there my dear

look at the trees that hide the moonlight on this night so clear

hide away the pain, the tears

make you lose the fear

of solitude,

but the truth will always be there, confronting you

it’s fangs ready to be immerse into a helpless victim

but oh, is the fool fantasy something so addictive

something that causes pure pleasure

but is the insanity really worth the treasure

is the treasure worth the insanity

oh, dear me, dear me

so little thought goes into questions now a days

questions are thrown around like there’s no today

oh such pain

my dear old heart aches

why is there world so blind

refusing to see what’s in front of their eyes

oh, please someone tell me why

they believe the pretty lies

the lies that choke the life out of them

leaving them empty and lonesome