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Author: Krashbandit333
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - Angst/Tragedy - Reviews: 6 - Published: 07-10-03 - Updated: 07-10-03 - id:1353325
Without Asking Why

Life, a winding road and that’s just the way it goes
Where it ends nobody knows but if you turn back you’ll ride it alone
Just follow the traffic don’t you ever stop
If you reach the destination you’ll end up on top
They always win and we always loose
But which road you take is up to you to choose

What’s the point in what we do?
They take your hand make you understand
As they take your life from you
They pay murderers to live
And victims to die
Which leaves justice to laugh
And society to cry
Have you had the courage to ask why?

What about the fallen soldiers who don’t know their right
But even if they win the war they can never win the fight
And the newly born children raised with an addiction to hate
End up without freedom because of one simple mistake

There’s nothing left to say who’d want to bring a child
Into this world anyway? I guess we can only pray
They just sit back and smile proud of what we’ve became
And all the while they’re standing in denial, we take the blame

What’s the point in what we do?
All we do is get screwed
Tired of being a number that’s tattooed
On my skin just like crazy glue
What’s the point in what we do?
They take your hand make you understand
As they take your life from you
They pay murderers to live
And victims to die
Which leaves justice to laugh
And society to cry
Do you have the courage to ask why?

I’m sick of it like the plague to us their plan is so damn vague
They’re nothing left to say who’d want to bring a child
Into this world anyway? Lets seize the day.
Grab the bat I’m ready to play, It’s going to be a long game

What’s the point in what we do?
They pay murderers to live
And victims to die
Which leaves justice to laugh
And society to cry
Can we sit back and let this pass us by?
Without even asking why



© Copyright 2003 Krashbandit333 (FictionPress ID:363487).


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