There ain’t no good,
enough in our world.
Everything gets taken away.
The bonds that make us stronger,
are the same that year us apart.
Hey let’s talk,
about our future.
It isn’t dark and bleak just yet.
White carnations trail the path.
Let’s talk,
before,
we’re dead.
It’s what we have.
You seem to chuck it to the side,
but it’s what separates us from the rest.
Seems everything’s a test.
Take the words,
hold them to your chest.
It’s seems that lately,
we’re hating,
the crazies.
Hey let’s talk,
about our future.
It isn’t dark and bleak just yet.
White carnations trail the path.
Let’s talk,
before,
we’re dead.
Hey let’s sing,
about our journey.
I’m sure I’ll children,
would enjoy that fact.
The world might be burning,
buts it’s not,
what we,
have left.
