The image bombarded me
I cringe in terror
I feel sick to my stomach
the body sways
the mind shuts off
The presentation to cruel
even for the Good guy's
I listen with an open heart
all it does is make me cruel
I care with an open heart
all it does is make me cold
Life is to real for me
I must laugh it off with a joke
can't you take a joke
It's all to much for me
I want it to end
I want to be held
I want to help
It's all closing down on us here
the day is coming
can't help but wonder
Wonder if the big nuke in the sky is not better
Even a little rest would be nice
but not anymore
the time grows close
all is closed