When I look back in my past
I don’t see many friends
But i see lots of good souls
That i looked up to and still of them i tell

When i look back in my past
I dont see no pointing fingers
We all grew together with eachother
No telling on eachother when any of us fail

When I look around today
I feel lost, for souls find solace
In someone else’s loss

When i look around today
I feel sad, for blame is the new game
And to it we all fall

When I see tomorrow,
I feel fear..
for my sweet children shall
Not always be near
Will they be too, good at game
Will they survive without any shame

For what they learn now
Is no more than game
Existing proudly when else put to flame…