We crawl through each day
In hopes tomorrow is not the same
We try to understand how we have faltered
And why we are punished and blamed
Beaten like a piece of dough
Hardening with the air
Styled with a knife
And turning to powder somewhere
Wilting like a flower
At the end of spring
Left in a flooded vase
Barren and withering
Crushed like a rock
And turned into stone
The last piece of furniture
In a moved out home
A weed in the grass
That is frowned upon
A prayer for help
That does not respond
A summer rain
Which floods the ground
A grasp for love
That cannot be found
Tossed aside like a plastic can
Left to sauté in the sun
We are lost in hope
And yet have none
In hopes tomorrow is not the same
We try to understand how we have faltered
And why we are punished and blamed
Beaten like a piece of dough
Hardening with the air
Styled with a knife
And turning to powder somewhere
Wilting like a flower
At the end of spring
Left in a flooded vase
Barren and withering
Crushed like a rock
And turned into stone
The last piece of furniture
In a moved out home
A weed in the grass
That is frowned upon
A prayer for help
That does not respond
A summer rain
Which floods the ground
A grasp for love
That cannot be found
Tossed aside like a plastic can
Left to sauté in the sun
We are lost in hope
And yet have none