In the aftermath of an argument
Who really is a winner?
When it comes down to a simple a
conclusion
Both parties are the sinners
With all of the curse words,
and negative abuse coming from both sides
An argument had know
other way then to divide
"Where is the love," that
Donny Hathwat said we could use
In any situation there is going to be turmoil
Because so many personalitities are in the mix
And ther eare many personalities that a
person has to deal with
Negativity will always find its way back home
Through someone's twisted morals
To the tiniest verbal conflicts that lead us on
Because of someone else's lack of glory
A lack of glory that they should find
Through only the sprit, body, and mind

In a crazed and sorted out madness
I am caught up in all of my sadness
Thinking of the happy days of my past
Those grand old days, will they last
As I yell out, shout, and scream
And sit back, contemplate, and dream
Will my happiness come into play?
Or would I just dream of it another day
Will those old days come back and shine
The past still lingers on my mind
But one day I hope to find,
the true meaning of all mankind

I pace so vividly indulged with sadness.
When my time sits still. Alone from the masses
Stomach all tied in nots, and my dreams of being.
-Of that which my conception I can adhere to-
Pondering the next thought, of that which I’m to do
Which remedy can be of some relevance?
Or utterly of the slightest bit of prevalence.

Something has to equate, I’ve got to find some equality.
That thing that can relate. This scene is driving me mad
Sitting here with all of this drive. Wondering, I’m I still alive?
Refraining from the mass hysteria, my wits want to convey.
Convening freely of the peace that’s not given often.
Guess my aura, as that of a marshmallow, is softened.

Relapses of the old, always do seem come to grips.
-As though an unearthly movement has made a shift-
Turning ever so slowly, as the wind does move.
I must however sit back, and consider my pondering mood.
At times I harken back to that of an unyielding fool
Pending the circumstance of my shifting evolution.
--Hope the for one day I want need an institution–

On a hot sunny day,
When all the kids come
out and play

Any plans of what to do
Another glorious day
through and through

No signs of murder,
robbery or despair

People laughing, and
shooting the breeze

Just kicking back, relaxing,
and chilling with ease

Not a police car in sight
For the day was only to
infinite and bright

The good times keep on
rolling and rolling

The good times...

Sidewalk souls ponder alone inside a city
Drunken by the pains, and evidences of sorrow
Asking for a little change that they could borrow
Wondering if there would be a tomorow

Honestly, the true, and sincere fact is that--
Poverty is not really a joke, and in fact--
Something has to be done pretty soon
Or our functioning world will end in a boom

Abandonment by society for the lack of funds
Unconstitutional for the wrongs this world has done
Employment wows can lead to unfortunate shelters
Endamaging a life a person could once handle

If the struggles of a population could not be met
How much more cooler, can this world actually get?
I'd assume that the conscious of society hadn't died?
But just how many tears, will people have to cry?

Forbodes of intrigue make a country wonder
About that misleading fallacies that put man under
Umbrellas of hopelessness, destruction, and dispair
A place strictly for ridicule where nobody cares

Hopelessness does still exsist in the land of the free.
Laid out coldly, on a street corner named poverty.
In a place where lives crumble away, and die.
Could be my life, or your life, at the drop of a dime.

In these days and times when the economy is down.
Families ending in dimay, heartbroken, and unsound
Bound for the pitfalls, pressures, and dooms of a spell.
Treading shallow waters, within this shark havened hell.

Frost bitten hysterias are lingering ever so graceful.
Upsetting your stomach, to the point where it's distasteful. .
A cruel and harsh society this country has become--
The character of this nation, was once upon a time unsung.