Fed Up

I’m trying to find a reason To keep on believing I want to find a way To believe in today But my mind is filled with doubt Sometimes I want to scream and shout People always say it’s me That with eyes closed one cannot see My heart has grown cold As the years make me old I truly do want to change I know my life I must rearrange But it seems lies and suspicion Are all I hear when I listen They say the world’s a dangerous place You can see it on the peoples face We don’t know who or what to believe But I know more lies they will conceive We all must deal with our woes But we don’t know all of our foes I wish there was a way To learn who we can trust today Then maybe, just maybe A better day we’d all see I know that I am not alone As more doubt has grown But I think I may have a plan That everyone can understand The politicians must first speak the truth Forget about the polling booth Don’t worry about those things called votes In the truth people will find hope So speak your minds and say the truth Empty words may mean empty (voting) booths © 9-19-10/RJH