THE SAME OLD STORY...

It’s the same, old, tired sun
Crawling up the horizon again…
It’s the same you and me,
Running past emotions again…

It’s the same, old, hectic, tiring,
Spine-stressing day again…
Only around hundred more kids
May learn never to smile again…

Someone out there, helplessly
Running away from the thundering rain…
Some other one out there, silently
Crying in immense, merciless pain…

Someone patting his shoulders
Smiling at his bill of gain…
Somewhere nearby, another life,
In hunger and thirst, gone down the drain…

That old guy there, hobbling along,
Cannot do without his cane…
Someone out there, with all his life
Awaiting the moon to wane…

The fanatic crowd, crashing down
On a dead kid, beside a paper plane…
His enormous trials, to fly away
All crumpled, gone in vain…

Do they ever sit and wonder..
What the hell is the loss and gain…

Bullshit…
We don’t have time…
It’s the same, old, tired sun
Crawling up the horizon again…