“Forever we fight but never improve Today it is friendship, tomorrow the news That after everything is said and done We look at the while picture and realize we won But no man can see this small canvas that's known as today Or study history though God planned it that way To see where our past and our ancestors got pissed Or whether we were just lost in the mist They look to the future as they might tell But can they realize just hard they fell What started as their upward struggle to improve Turned into a downward spiral of abuse Tomorrow calls out with a tempting cry Yet today may very well be the day that we die We search for the things that yet not exist And we charge to it with a clenched fist But the eyes blink shut today wondering how That today was the day that they would bow out As light light glimmers it begins to fade Like a lamp with an ever-growing shade What do you see when you see loved ones pout? Them seeking attention or their light going out? Yet the try their har”
