System

Too disturbed by the
Requirements of this system
Which seems to be devoid
Of a innocent young soul

I walk along the paths
That lead to a brighter future
But it seems to me now
That it's just a deep dark hole

Unborn children talk to me
And tell me of their dreams today
A better world of hope
Would last forever infinite

Dare I tell them of what I see
This ugly place that I live in?
Or better is it to pray that
Light would come to this darkest night?