Maccafee

What have I've become. This blistering world I leapt from. My toil seem to bear no fruit. A common song that rings with truth. Is it just the changing of times. That the harder I work. The more they divide. Their has to be a better way. From them stealing my life away. My family wonders about me making it home. Cause the daily grind, leaves me alone. But There constantly say that I'm blessed. But this ideology has to be put too rest.