Supposing we were selfless.
Something in my head happening back there.
You might feel it too in your own way.
But, we can’t share.
Some kind of crazy.
Needing guns to solve our problems.
Driving me desperate trying to hear.
Whispers everywhere around.
So many cares but they don’t make a sound.
Young at heart protest for love.
Some waiting for a sign not coming from above.