Them Who Bind Us:
As i grow older i seem to see,
another side of humanity.
More murders then deaths,
less whom have wept.
But yet more then these,
I see them who do not see!
Blind! I cry! Blind!
They cannot see them that bind
Weither it our mother or father,
sister, brother, teacher, church, government.
We all have that person that binds us to limit.
That one that is blind in seeing their own digit.
It makes me feel alone, alone i say,
i hide in the corners of darkened gray.
I wait until the chance to rebel,
will i ever? Only time can tell.