Watched the news this morning.
Another child was killed, raped or abused.
Another mother was shot, mangled or beaten.
Another angel has fallen.
Bloodied wings, dead eyes,
all flash before me on the screen.
Good morning America,
this is your world.

Broken cradle, murdered dolls;
these toys slaughtered in the uprising.
So many faces, so many lives,
lost, forgotten and shattered
as we sit and wait through a commercial. 
Will that car of yours drive away our chaos?
Will that Tide wash the slate clean?

Each and every evening I watch the world fall apart.
Earthquakes, bombs, hatred, tearing us down.
The earth shakes, tears fall,
but still the barriers stand.
How long will this last?
A year?
ten?
a lifetime?

So much sorrow,
so much suffering.
Can a world recover from such emotional destruction?
We watch the screen every night.
Tears, death, silence...
You fight, you sink, you cry.
All for the children that are dying, lost and scared.
For the mothers that are beaten, raped and abused.
You mourn the angel that falls.
Yet in a second you change the channel
and go on with your life tomorrow.
We live for the moment and cry pseudo tears.
Ready to give up when someone's pain is just too much.
Remote control on the life of a human,
on the life of a race.
 Say good night America
and turn off your world.

hello, good morning.
how are you?
tired, but sure,
your answer as usual.

so many times,
i've spoken to you,
your blues eyes inviting
yet you shove me back
with each soft word.

golden curls,
secret smiles,
the picture of perfection
walled off by disdain.
say good bye sweet autumn,
we've nothing more to say.

lies sparkle in the sunlight as we sit.
so many wounds we open
with the falsity of your warmth.
how shall we continue?

harmony in this chaos.
a chaos of hearts and emotions
torn in two by dishonesty that both cannot admit.
hues of forgiveness lost in yet another thought.
such sunshine for such a rainy day.

the winter sky falls down about us.
hello, good evening.
how are you this year?
sad, but sure.
we all fall down sometime.....
don't we?
we speak again.
we cry again.
we fall again.
say good bye sweet autumn.
we're lost in your hues.

i cry inside,
i can't let out
too many things
have gone without
lost in sight
and deaf in vain
we search for hope,
but find just pain.

so here we go
to look again
a trail of tears
to find a friend
in worlds of hate
and hates of love,
we fly too high,
for hell's above.

built with hope
and torn with tears,
ripped my soul
to share your fears.
shouts of greed
and screams of hate,
so much is lost
when dreams relate
to lives so warm
with hope alone,
sung to sleep
in gentle tone.
we drift away
on streams of tears
lost to love,
by songs we hear.

and on we fall
through life and dream
caught in webs
that can't be seen
our fragile soul
on puppet strings
entwined with words
that music sings.

i hear your voice
they're put away
all these hurts
i've kept at bay

no more tears
no more sorrow
for here you are
my hope to borrow

and here i sit
to dry your tears
while deep inside
my pain appears

in rips and tears
within my soul
but there they'll stay
until you're whole

but when it's done
you know it's true, 
return my hope
i beg of you

for all is gone
and i still hurt
with tears still wet
upon my shirt

i turn to go
and hide this pain
because of you
no hope remains

for all the hurt
and feelings too
are deep inside
and far from view