Den

This Crowd

So many Sorrows, so much pain
Where is the sunshine? I only see rain
So many tears, what will come after?
There is no joy, where is the laughter?

Too many problems, where is the solution?
Too many promises with no execution.
What about feelings that are being bruised?
Should I keep quiet while being abused?

Give me my voice, I need to talk
Give me the strength I need to walk
Am I stuck, or just lazy?
Am I in love or just plain crazy?

So much frustration, all around
There is no way that peace will abound
Too many people talking too loud
I have to go, I hate this crowd