Roads

Wonders and troubles meet you in the street,

A path of gold,

Trying to make it all the way,

Trying to see all the roads,

But my few years here,

In this life,

They have taught me this,

You never learn if you don't face the strife,

You will never enjoy another night,

'Til you have gone through the cold,

To see the light,

You don't have to be old,

To be wise,

Walking down the street,

You see a prison's hold,

Criminals and civilians alike,

Most there are not meant to be,

But their verdict was for life,

They are thrown away and beat,

Just to give a small few a treat,

Then you see a doctor and you think,

Maybe it'll be alright,

Maybe men like him will give this world a second life,

But you see him operate,

Then go home and debate,

Why he couldn't save him,

And how if he just ended it,

Maybe then he'd go to a world where he never again had to use a knife,

And the man on the corner,

He was so high,

He could reach the sky,

So one day he tried,

And as you watched,

The world lost another precious life,

This makes you fight on the inside,

So walk a little more down that path,

Maybe you'll find a reason to fight or maybe a reason to laugh,

And yet again you try, 

But you find something that only makes you cry,

Two lovers,

Now on the street,

One on the ground,

The other on his knees,

Neither makes a sound,

You go to the scene of the crime,

You realize people still find love a sin,

And because he loved him, they ran out of time,

Are we all blind?

We can't see past our time,

Nor past our shine,

Somehow the light ends where the trouble begins,

We are told man was born to have these sins,

Do you think you'll walk again,

Or that you even should in the end?

We can change this all,

And it's not that those who try always fall,

It's that no one ever tries,

They think there is a reason some people have to die,

Maybe now you'll realize that's all a lie,