The Backyard Of My Life
Holes Of Frustration
Holes Of Frustration
I was born at the bottom of a wishing well
Dreaming looking up at the stars
Thinking of a far away future
Where the walls would come tumbling down
Where the sun would shine on my soul
So i could escape the cruel dark regime
Handed down to me by many men of misery
Machine men who were slaves to the system
Who worship money and material things
I was born in chains in a prison for the mind
Waiting for the changing of the guards
With eager eyes counting silhouettes and shadows
Never knowing what tomorrow will bring
Watching from a window made of bricks
Where clouds of confusion fill holes of frustration
My hands where tied and my tongue too
There was no room for love or mercy
There were no names only numbers
Everybody was a carbon copy of everybody else
I cried myself to sleep many nights
On the cold stone floor
Surrounded in the shallow waters
Of the mighty sea of sorrow
Hanging on to a tiny thread of hope
I was born in a world of war lords and criminals
Trying to sow seeds for flowers of peace
Praying for the end of the rat race
Where we don't have to work buy consume die
Where there's no need for violence or greed
Drinking bitter liquor in the chambers of longing
To avoid the void of emptiness and loneliness
Its still the same old story everybody knows the game is fixed
We are all born in the gutter searching for a way out
By Keith Hagger
