I'm Tired
I'm tired of looking at the human race in the eyes
To see death, poverty, abuse all covered up by lies
We told ourselves it wouldn't happen again
But it never stopped my fellow men
Woman are told that it's all their fault
Because of the clothes they wear they caused the assault
Men are told crying is weak
But an overflowing bottle is bound to leak
Children are told not speak up
Bruises cover babies but it's still not enough
The color of our skin has torn us apart
But were all the same we all have a heart
Sexual orientation has caused multiple wars
Why can't we just love our compassion open doors
We keep a blindfold on to evade the pain
But it keeps happening the worlds going insane
So ask yourself what did you do today
Because rose-colored glasses don't destroy dismay
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