What's the point of things to be
Is there anything in all this uncertainty
Do we chase the things that appear so plainly
Or do we follow the shadows that are ever elusive
Does success or failure hide within their folds
Is it pain or pleasure that lurks untold
How do we decipher what our future holds
I'm so afraid of what's to come
Is there a future that's worth living
How do you succeed in a world that's grieving
Those that smile could be deceiving
And those that cry are looking for a handout
I just want to scream and shout
This frustration has taken its hold
I hope that bitterness does not begin to mold
Me into someone I would not recognize
If I looked back into these weary blue eyes
Ten years from now would I still be the man I am
Or would I be a shadow standing where there was once a kind man
What do we base our life's decisions on
Could one wrong word cause ripples on a pond
A brilliant butterflies' wings flap
Nations fall from that shallow breeze
Who do we become in a world so angry
Do we adapt and do things that come strangely
I will not bend my knee to a world so near the edge
My back will remain strong and I will not go near that ledge
I won't become that which the world seems to embellish
Kindness and gentleness a giving heart are who I am
This chaos will not end me
I will stand strong for those who would free
Free from the "isms" that tare at our nation
I will stand strong in the face of the wind
I will stand strong for those few who would love the world
I will stand strong.