Desolate People

Walk the path
Wear the scar
Like a prize

Holding on
Onto hope
In nine to five

Feel nothing
Around us
Our burdens
Will drown us

Face it all
All the hurt
All the horror

Fake a smile
Point and laugh
All around you

Human sickness
Human toil

All our problems
Brought to boil



Credits
Writer(s): Mack Haney
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