how do you help those that don't know you need it
how do you feel that you can't
just to know that it's out there to show.
does it mean there's no soul?

A man with love will kill for his one
his one slams the door, thank God there's no gun
the drinking just dulls...it's all been shows
the pain is inside...tried...couldn't hide.

he knows where to go... but not how to begin.
that's all I wanted, was to be a friend.
distrust left us blank. two crumpled dollar bills.

it doesn't make sense, that man is this 'race'
it doesn't make quiet, peace, love... disgrace
the children are crying. the parents are dying

it's all for a cause... just not the right one
it's gone to the substance
there's a spark of hope left
with God on his shoulder
all that he wants is to hold her

she can't take the pain.
the kids can't go through it
it's harsh of course, but she must

the children the children
innocence of the age...
ten six and eight
little randy. who loves his old man
the old man doesn't get it
the coke's taken his hand

ITS NOT RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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