fitzgerg

We waited and waited for this day to come;
for our future to change but that hasn't been done. 
We still sit in our homes, hiding from truth.
While outside our walls, gone is our youth.
The world is a scary,
dangerous place,

Sweet is the smell of autumn;
a smell as old as time.
Mother earth has seen many seasons;
but autumn chimes each time.
The wind picks up its pace;
lifting a whirlwind of grace.
The leaves dance down the trees;

My face is ice as always,
but underneath is fire.
I try to play it cool,
but my blood is boiling higher.
My facade is quiet, easy to please,
while my head is full, where words conspire.
I can't say too much,

I've learned to laugh and love;
I've learned to hurt and heal.
I've been afraid,
but I can be brave.
and now I know more
than I did before.
 

It is bright;
it is warm. 
It's full of the love;
that I yearn.
It is a place, 
where I belong;
it is a place,
within a song.
A place with green hills, 
and meadows galore.

I look around, I see millions of unfamiliar faces.

None of them I recognize, but they all seem to know each other.

I am lost, in a sea of people that don’t care for me.