Why by Mr. Black
Why is the world so corrupted?
Why are we killing each other to meet an agenda?
Why do we bully one another into a 6 foot hole in the ground?
Why is there people struggling to live when others have luxury?
Why do speak poison from our tongue and cause hurt?
Why are we selfish when others need help?
Why do some of us have long lives and others have short ones?
Why do some people have the same opportunities others do?
Why are there so many tears when there should be laughter in this world?
Why does it feel like glass shards are in my head from trying to comprehend the amount of evil and corruption in this world?
Take me back by Mr. Black
Take me back to when I was young
To the day I first laid upon eyes on you
To the moment we both held hands
To the time we fell in love and wore white
Take me back to when little feet first ran
To the first time seeing a yellow bus come
To the day where I walked her down the isle
To the time when she had her own daughter
Take me back to the time I could still hold you
To when I sat next to you on those late nights
To the days where we laughed and cried together
To the days where you still were mine
Take me back to when I was yours
To when you were in my arms and not his
To the time I could care for you and not him
To the last day you saw me as yours
Take me back...
Age by Mr. Black
As I grow older
I think of my time
The time where I will rest
And be unable to climb
When my eyes will close
Is when I will go
Into another life
Unable to continue to grow
Seconds are like days
In my daily day to day life
Stress is my forced love
Though I don’t want a wife
This relationship I have
With the silent killer
Is like a real life movie
Due to it being a thriller
Why do I write this
Maybe cause I want to age
So one day I’ll be at peace
And no longer have any rage