weres the fight weres the love

i wake up and take a quick peek

confronted with an empty street

the life line is gone , were could it go

they say this world is dieing my freind it past many years ago

what started with love was killed by hate and the anger which rose died as all lost fate

people walk like ghost lost in life drwoning in there mediocrity by day and night

so i stand fag in hand wish to see the light just to understand

why people forget their plans, why people fall for everything

they just dont understand

i remember a time when people would join hand in hand and take the anger,

the fear this excitence creats and make somthing beautiful that reverses effects and dose not discrininate

i guess this times are gone

and they have had there day

but if you look close enough there inprint will always stay