No Path to Follow - Morning Again

Hand of your god feeds once a week

Say you’re done your part, you give so much

As you keep building up your churches

Stained glass and needless luxuries

This problem will never go away

If only fed each day

A security blanket woven

To comfort and ensure

This problem will never go away

If only fed each day

Little thought given

To an individual fate

Just a lost piece of the world

Seen in the corner of your eye

For a moment a glance is given

But it remains, and is forgotten with time

Your claim they will always be there

You place the blame on them

Instill a reason to live

An opportunity to obtain a sense of pride

Not only stripped of shelter

But all that was inside

Each one.

Alone.

No Different

Each one.

Still feels pain.

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