Why we cry at night when there's nothing to cry for
Why the boy shot his friend who had no reason to die or
Why in every single line, there's a misconceived lie
Why to try and save time, we'll twist from side to side
Where did all the peace go, why do we still hate so
Where should you run to, why're you even staying low
Where is the one to save us, why can't we see them through the strife
Where do children who die go, why can't they live a full life
When are You coming again, what do we need to know
When is there world peace, what's all this hatred we show
When will a real cure for sickness come, what can medication do
When can we run free in the streets, what can bring us to You
What is love when it's fake, where's integrity gone
What's a fight for it's sake, where's the brotherly bond
What do children learn in school, where it's so corrupt
What can we do to provide, where greed's so easy to come up
Who do we ask?
Studio B
- Mark
- When you need to wake up in the morning, and set the right mood for the day, when you need to escape from the overwhelming everything of life. What do you turn to? How do you describe your core without speaking aloud, without having to talk to someone about it? This is how. Music. Lyrics. Poetry. Do you feel it? Do you? It's here, it's everywhere, locked within you, within the most tone deaf of us. It's begging to be released, become unleashed in a tearing chord, a crying melody, soulful harmony, dying lyric. You feel it yet? It's concealed here, within every word that I write. This is my release. I want you to see it, to feel it with me. This pure expression of every tangible and imaginable emotion known and unknown to man. To me. Welcome to The Window.