A hug, not a gun

We’ve build ourselves up to be perfect
Stood on this plateau
For so long
But when it all comes crashing down
We’ll fall farther than we thought possible
We aren’t mean to be like this
We can’t think ourselves
The chosen ones
Because we aren’t
It isn’t “love”
It’s just backroom politics
So we can get what we want
And get out of there
Because who needs
Honor
Or loyalty
In this twisted world
We strive to make “better”

Eh
Well,
I guess
All will become right
When “change” isn’t what we need
But when our problems will be solved with
Love not hate
A hug, not a gun

by asdfyz
posted on 06/30/2008