Fly

Tragedy I see with both my eyes
Everywhere they're starting their own harming fires
But in the end, everyone dies
Thanks to the corruption and their birth mothers: liars
All of the damage is blatantly shown
Burned is everything we have and own
Overcome with ignorance, pride
They are left with everything to hide
They all bask in their wrongful glory
Feed everyone their made up story
Of one another, they're living in spite
Shining days show their true horror of night
They're using all the innocent as their legs
And weave them into their desolate spider webs
No one powerful cares to ask
Everyone who cares wears a mask
Help is something we all posess
But will is something of which we have less
The little ones watch with a worrisome eye
Lets hope they grow their wings and, away from corruption, fly