Dark Ages
April 30, 2013
We've rose from the dark ages she says
I don't see what she means
I can't tell
Where do you see the light?
The brighter days?
I see nothing but guns
In this violent age.
I see the hatred
The hunger
The war
I see poverty
Knocking at my door.
We got new technology
Coming up in the world
Taking common sense
And kicking it out the door
So I wonder what dark ages?
Cause the sky I live under maybe clear and sunny
But I see under it's mask
It's real and crummy
Dark ages.
That's where I live.
I pray everyday to thank God
For what I have
And hope that the next minute won't be my last.
There isn't people out there
That have half the things I got
Half of them don't even have clothes on their backs
So before I go to sleep
Every Night I Pray
That even in this dark age I'll live to see
A Brighter Day.
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