America's Crusade

on today just like a day i woke up,
not wanting to roll out of bed
not wanting to move
i laid awake, with eyes popping out of my head

i rolled out,
outside i see through my bedroom window
it was rainy, the sky was grey
the air felt dead

i asked myself
should i get out
out of this bed
and do something today?
my non-responsive self had nothing to say
i feel so trapped inside these walls

i clothed up and stepped outside
for the first time,
i couldn't see the sun
my pack was empty,
i looked around,
i couldn't see the fun
that you'd see each day

i asked,
what do i do?
what do i do?
with no response, coming my way
i know i'm going to make it
through each day
but, what do i do?
what do i do?

this world only gives you a choice to be
be apart or with the corrupted people
that you will see
that this very world has made
or stand alone or with few
but surely soon again get betrayed
it seems even the pure ones
will have yet to show their masquerade
and i will fade
fade,
under the roots beneath our decade
where i should have stayed
and i will invade
tonight
asleep under my window shade
with my tongue as my blade
and the people of this world will see
who they or anyone can be
by listening to me
i will write,
i will serenade
i will fight,
i am unafraid
i will rise,
armed with my speaking blade
and i will die,
with my goals all made
i will dig
corruption with my spade
i will change
the painted picture portrayed
and i will reveal
the thousands ready and armed as i
for America's crusade
for America's crusade