BridgesWhen everything seems lost,And all my bridges tumble down,You're there to help me rebuild them-Making the Bigger, better, stronger-Only to tear them down again,Using words you never knew, could do so much damage.But you're allways there-Repairing them again and again-In all my times of sorrow.
First SnowGlitter dust,Fresh and white-Littered;Motled brown,Yet shining silver,In fragmented moonlight.
AdrenalineEnergy rushes past my spine,Tingling sensations screaming"Hello!"As my eyes snap open-Wider and wider-And my body begines to shake.The sweet taste of Adrenaline,Keeping me awake.
Next VictimOn the eve of their 18th birthdaysletters await them in the mailtelling them to report at noon the next daythey're going to warnow theyre overseasrifles and gernades in handshooting at unseen enemiesin a war they didn't support in the first placesomething explodes overheadthe smell of burnt flesh and dust fills the airtheyre laying on their backs on the groundeyes open and unseeinga father's lost a daughtera mother's lost a sona girlfriend's lost a boyfriendand a child's lost a parentbut those running the game dont seem carethe names of the dead are just typed letters on paperbut only to themnext victim
21st CenturyIn the 60'sThe population consited mostly of stoners and hippies.In the 80'sPeople were carefree-stress freeLife was just way to easyNow we're living in the 21st centuryCounting carbs is the only way to be thinBlonde is the new brunetteminus all the intelegenceand fast food controles allParents are to busy - to rich- to be parentsAnd children are becoming parents to youngSo they push abstinence only programsWhile the schools aren't teaching us what we realy need to knowand colleges can only be afforded by the richWe raise our children to grow up to fast - as porn stars or go-go dancersonly to complain about t