Crowds of people drag and pull
feelings out of their soul,
buying guilt selling lies
creating walls of darkness.
No windows .no doors.
not even lather.
We fought battles and still fight those demons resistant to light.
We create, we destroy ,not adapting to the worst
losing our touch ,we panic and run.
Repeating it over and over again
we are small ,but we want more,
never in a frank mood always acting
And we ask and beg g for forgivness.