Totally Untitled.

Will there ever be love?
Will I ever find peace?
For right now, in this world of hatred,
all I can do is cry.

What kind of tragic place is this
when little girls are afraid to walk the streets alone?
The shadows here hide crooks and robbers,
liars and fiends.

And I used to think I could change the entire world;
but now I'm beginning to think
that I'll fall right into it in the end.

Because no one wants to be alone.

How can no one else see that there
might be a problem
when our children put down their books
and pick up guns instead?
Something has to be wrong
when I get used to hearing of weapons in our schools.

I wish I could run away,
but it's engulfing.
We can't hide from issues we caused ourselves.

Besides, nowhere is safe anymore.
Where can you hide that's impervious to sin?