Ram Shackled to Ruin
To my left it stands weathered by seasons of time
Memories so many, absorbed in it's walls
Even a fire could not deny us of it's history
Ones thinks of the efforts to save this once fine structure
Now ram shackled to ruin, it brings tears to ones eyes
Built just before the Civil War, it hid many a lost soul
Many a storm caressed her wooden frame
Whilst sheltering beasts remained safe from nature's anger
Summertime's were so joyous with barn dances
Even weddings were celebrated within these walls
Sadly economics became it's downfall
My great grandfathers red barn, a shadow of it's former
As you travel through the mid west
There are many eyes like mine, viewing and sharing similar memories
Hell Ain't a Bad Place to Be
Look all around, what do we all see
The world seen so young is it what we believed it to be
For this is a world that grows with mans time
It's now a ticking clock with destruction it's chime
It beggars belief that it's so full of hate
If it exists will we ever reach heavens gate
So many people in power determine our tomorrows
They lie when they get there, growing rich from our sorrows
Citizens who are ailing have to pay for their care
Whilst the vultures in high towers, just look down and stare
Children in pyjama's fight endless needless wars
What in the hell are we fighting them for
Gun culture and drugs, knife crime seems the passion
Our kids our future, it's now their neighbourhood fashion
The more our borders we keep open, it dilutes what we share
Many queue's we will stand in, in gape open stare
The answers are out there if they just open their eyes
And if they achieve it, well then this is their prize
We need much more than the thoughts from our hearts
If anyone is out there, help us humans restart
Everyday I look around, and from what I see
Hell ain't a bad place to be