Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

there are things known
disregarded in kind
who do you wish to fool
self knows its ignorance
to sleep at night
full well knowing
the future you are painting
it disgusts
i pity your children
and the good that could have been done
in our name

Never too late mate
I don’t recall that there is ever anyone to blamfor things that cause us shame
I for one have refused to play a game
My father died two weeks ago
I think I can
Bury the promises and vows
In the place where you carouse
Women like me would rather live in a tree
Then have to pretend that I am free