PROGRESS

The concrete sky is raining tears
Remembering forgotten years
Towerblocks look down on us
Ignorant in their mistrust
Bullet-proof glass and coded keys
Society’s new found disease
Forgive us for the things we do
Left to time we will flow through
Cold metal gates and iron bars
Wealth and power leaving scars
The down and outs fall out and down
I don't care, my thorns, my crown
The candles burn, the crowded room
Pray that their God will visit soon
We punish them for how they live
We have so much and still can’t give
You know I’d die for what I think
I couldn't sit and watch them sink
I couldn't lie and watch them burn
I sit and hope that they will learn.