by Daniel Smith
The scales of justice, are so unfair;
Protecting those people, who just dont
care;
The good people, always get hurt;
Walking the streets alone, being on
the alert;
The weights must be balanced, here and
now;
We must stand up together, and never bow;
We can't go on, living in fear;
From the bad people, who are near;
Life is unfair, and sometimes cruel;
Being under thier thumbs, from which they
rule;
How did the world, become this way;
Living in the shadows, waiting for a new
day;
More and more, people must cope;
Reaching deep down inside, looking for
hope;
People need, something to believe in;
Tired of losing, longing to win;
To come outside, into the sun;
Enjoying the peace, having fun;
Not having to worry, about what will be;
What the future holds, we shall see;
Grab a friend, show them you care;
Help them deal with, lifes nightmare;
We all know, we can't make it alone;
Keep in touch, pick up the phone;
Call the ones, that you love most;
Share a drink, offer a toast;
Wish for better days, a spectactular
sunrise;
One full of hope, and hatred's demise;
May one day, we all live in peace;
Sharing harmony, bad times will cease.
