Somber Mode Monday =)

So returning home seems unpleasant when danger strikes
close to the everlasting truths.
Bright as southern skies but dark as fox holes in the trenches.
Things left unsaid and incentives left to achieve.

Whatever gets you though the night!
What a waste of human power
What a waste of human lives,
Free the prisoners, free the judges
Free all prisoners everywhere,
All they want is truth and justice
All they need is love and care,
we're all mates in state.
They live in torment and body of soul gets to revolt and give them
a chance to grow.
Younger
When people were younger: living confusion and spells was the name.
So younger gives people freedom power.
Broken dreams and feelings when younger.
Everything simple and clear but it's all borrowed time for
what will be thought of tomorrow.
NOW...
Older
When people were older: the more they see the more i know.
Now people are older.
The future is brighter and the time is are only hour to think.
Great to be older.
No day or year can measure the chaos.
Less complication and everything clear.

Fear and hatred clouds our judgement,
Free us all from endless night.