Granted Life
lying in piles of treasures, happiness here isn't measured
not consumed to relative purpose, just faced with the whenever
time doesn't define the days, tho vastly reminds us of age
beauty of wars are rooted in scores of scars in piled up bodies everyday
mile walks speaking not of futures, but to obtain water
sons are captured and taught to slaughter and rape their fathers daughters
we are the children of light, born into life of martyr
history defines us the dying breed, yet we never seen its author
mass population meltdown, villages are family members
drowned in a sea of rituals, praying to a god that cant remember
season nights cool and awake, full moons are its mistakes
hurricanes and tidal waves destroy and dissipate our many lakes
foreigners reign in coves, we disappear in droves
from sea to shining to sea, a melody of fear we've known
one of kind, sons of kings, daughters of queens enchanted
this isnt a nightmare to me, but true life which we've been granted