Inner Tragedy

People are killin and dyin

Leavin mothers cryin

Pain and despair

No one even gives a care

Guns and knives

Endin children’s lives

Satan walks among us

Can’t even see what he’s done to us

Love is a four letter word

No one’s ever heard

Drugs help you get away

My father could’ve never known that they’d kill him one day

A soldier’s parents cry

Why did their little boy have to die?

A victim of the war

I’m not even sure what we’re fightin for

In this land we call free

Why can’t our people be?

Home has become a prison

Can’t walk the street, you say it’s safe when you know it isn’t

This world is full of contemption

There can be no more redemption

People find truth in lies

Heartbreak is the prize

A father tells his little girl he’s comin home and he doesn’t

She tried to believe him but she knew that he wasn’t

So much despair is undercover

Sometimes I question if we can ever recover

You’d probably like me better if I was preachin peace and hope

But I’m nothing like the Pope

I say what I see

And that’s the kind of person I’ll always be.

To Jonathan Hodges