those nights in pain

hatred's final bow is laid
and hungry warriors pend
looking into there eyes of spade
looking into the end
running blind through killing vines
the air stenches of blood
watching the clocks tick down the time
and wondering if we have enough

whipe away the tears cuz the suns coming to rise
the night has been and gone its ok 2 open your eyes
the battle is over and everyone is long gone
its put in pause but 2night it will carry on
but you cannot hide in the sunlight
the sunlight

visions of the deep
the low and the middle
little children wheep
the war is a riddle
we just cant find
a place in heart
or the piece of mind
to end the start
holy mary looks down on us
under the moon we scream and cuss
leaving us left with nothing but
the sunlight, to save us

dawn breaks and everything is well
as we look back on the night of hell
we cry we cry forever more
they die they died on the concrete floor
our lives arnt pittied they r not cared
no one pays attention to our helpless stares
we cant help ourselves and no one is willing to
bcuz they dont want to be in it to
day after day more ppl get sucked in
turning there life into this religion
treating it as a job and a first priority
now we are the minority
blood is shed and tears are drawn
we want to stop but we let it go on
and as we sit in the stillness of night
we pray for the sunlight

hatred's final bow is laid
and hungry warriors pend
looking into there eyes of spade
looking into the end
not afraid, just terified
yet the fight goes on
we got nothing to lose in our lives
so we carry on

we do not no any better
for this is how we were taught
we do this together
as our innocent minds rot
running blind through killing vines
with the air stenching of blood
watching the clocks tick away the time
and wondering if we have enough

the bounce back is the hardest part
bcuz the rebound isnt always there
looking for the piece of our heart
that could end our helpless stares
reading words in untitled books
not knowing if its true
if we always read by the covers looks
then our numbers would be few
the bounce back is the best part
bcuz the sunlight is always there
giving us a brand new start
second chances are whats fair
fighting for the cause of many more
and praying for those whom dead
cleaing off the concrete floor
and cleaning out our heads

the sunlight comes
the sunlight stays
no one runs
no one betrays
sunlight rains apon us now
giving us a chance to figure out
just how amazing life can be
when you are the majority
but we are forever stained
on those nights, those nights in pain






JC





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