I know I write about hate and disgust
That this world has to offer.
That the accuser brings.
But it is so hard to ignore
We live in a world with filth.
I try to keep my words to myself,
And not to be judgmental.

But it breaks my heart to see children
Without a father, without a man to stand up
And take responsibility. A lost man.

I'm sick and tired of seeing people
Clinging to hate. I'm sick and tired of seeing people cling to emptiness.

It breaks my heart to see children
Without a father. without a man to stand up
And take responsibility. A lost man.

When will we stand together?
There is a need for hope.
When will we stand together?
This fight will remain.