Life Itself

Tiny feet in shoes too big, trying to hide from yesterdays of guilt. Frantic pace in a whirlwind of treason largish steps afraid of the reason. Clitter, clatter, spring, winter, autumn, there's no end to dreams unforgotten. 8, suddenly 19 tomorrow is yesterday smack! her creation, her destruction. A pitiful picture, feet too big, sticking out of shoes too small.

Where’s the remedy Where’s the cure Where’s the answer Who made you so unsure Where’s the conviction Where’s the reason Where’s the honesty Who brought in this treason Where is safe Where is home Where is protection Who left you this alone Where’s the hope Where’s the light Where’s the trust Who will make it alright Who am I Who are you Where are we Who will know?