We Are

If you want me to

But say something that doesn't hurt

Words don't mean anything

It just feels

And we fall face first from our worlds to the strings

Of someone's puppet and

We are

Entertainers for someone's poor little game of life

And if you want me to

I will

But say something and get off the tightrope

Life is a game meant to be played by those who created it

Life is a game meant to be played by those who created it

Games for life are                                    not.

We are

Meant to be played by those who have the money to burn in 

pockets of the poor souls

And I will spear the Devil if I get the chance

But we all have our demons

Slayed with joy at the hands of those who play the game with 

us as the pawns

We are from the arms who

Wrap us tight into complete submission                        suffocation.

We are from the dark light with no sounds

But screams                                        of joy?

And the rain doesn't stop because we are

We are

Must be

Undermined by the great and lifted up by the have-nots

We are buried in our graves before the light of day

Before the light

Before day

We are

Crippled by the skies

Because they have only the greatest limits in mind for those 

Who

Are.