egg shell

a world on edge so close to breaking 
with little love and too much hating
our governments all need sedating
and waiting lists where the sick die waiting
coruption in the name of greed 
those hands from which we're taught to feed
those religious lies they feed to me
to save the lambs the sheep must bleed!
masquerading dark as light
the truth the bait in a web of lies 
all the hidden meanings blind men miss
if for heaven they still pray and wish
because heaven ain't a place to find
its a place right here we must design
give love unto your fellow man
whats so hard to understand 
my sins are my lessons keep your repentance
lifes for living it ain't a sentence 
to bring the change we wish to see
we need to learn again to see
to see life the way we did before
old man time opened up that door
veiw the world again through our childrens eyes
and remmeber this is our own design