Starving for the end. Suffering for nothing.
For one another they fend. Fighting just to eat again.
Don't they care? Don't they see?
Can't they spare some time for me?
Empty eyes stare. No hopes or dreams.
The feelings are there, but they don't speak.
They don't care. They can't see.
Won't even spare a dime for me.
When will it end? I wanna know.
Because this life is leading me down
A long and dead road.
Empty eyes stare. To the sky they pray.
Their faith is there, the answers far away.
Don't they care? Can't they see?
I'm dying inside. I can barely breathe.
I'm dying inside to be free.
© 2006 deadrosesrdust
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