Nothing

By: Krissie

If we could fly

Where would we go?

There's a mark on me

It's tainted me

And there's nothing to blame

Because the're nothing with a name

And the world keeps spinning

And nothing is the same

And nothing will ever be the same

We're all just pawns

In a twisted game

And we'll keep playing

Until a new light dawns

Once that game is over

We rearrange

And the rules change

There's a mark on me

There's a mark on you

It's tainted us

Poison. Poison. Poison.

We're picking our poison.

Nothing will ever be the same

And there's nothing to blame

Because there's nothing with a name

These marks on us

Poisoning us

They keep us still

Try to remove our will

Like small birds, we're in a cage

Some of us pounding, screaming

Other of us have given up

They have lost their rage

And we're still sitting in this rusted cage

Longing, yearning

We want to spread our wings!