Body's swept ashore;
From the red sea of twisted rapport.
At least they believe they're going to a higher floor.
So many turn their back to ignore;
A shared destruction, which we may never restore.
Stuck in a nation that sees you by the clothes you wore;
And what you bought from the jewelery store;
Rather then what lies at your core.
Even without seeing the guiding light please still implore;
To a higher power.
My guiding light. With my pen I explore.
Trying helplessly to see the questions that no one has an answer for.
We built the boat, but we forgot the oar;
So, we continue to wage this domestic war;
And I'm not even speaking about what's going on next-door.