Music Box

I sit in a chair
With a music box in hand
I stare out the window
And see kids playing in sand

I see wars being fought
And people doing drugs
I see someone who gets murdered
Her blood is on the rug

I see police show up
They search and they sift
I see poor people in the streets
Scavenging what's left

I see a world that is dying
It can't just go on
I see a city in desolation
It was hit by a bomb

The one thing that I cannot see
Is when I'm looking straight at me
Just what I want inside
I don't want to go and hide

I want to go and play
With all the other kids
I don't want to stay in here
And peek from under my lids

So why can't I run from this?
Why do I feel like I've missed?
The music box is playing
But all I feel is pain