© Chris Sam
I’ve been hurt a thousand times,
blamed a million times,
misunderstood several times,
but I always learned in between the lines.
No one really cares about how you feel,
unless your pains gives them thrills.
people are just what you make them be,
a perfect picture of you and me.
I’ve been questioned a thousand times,
about what makes success, a hard climb.
in my assessment, it’s just another sign,
that all that truly matters is “time”
When society is runned by thieves,
and leaders don’t lead by what they preach,
what do you hope to gain in your endless screams.
for all is not lost, is a sad whisper of a yesterday dream.