Soap box politics infiltrate,
Overtaking innocence and expression.
Progress in this broken scene,

Finding solace in swollen self esteem.
Persecution is sweet and acceptance is bitter.
The purest form has turned to black,

Climbing walls of a sinking ship.

I've had my moments,

Where I felt put down,
And the world seemed to laugh and tell me I can't
I've had the same dream of showing the world,

There's more to life than following the crowd.

Where do you turn for support when your home isnt home anymore?

To each his own has hit its peak.
Unity has torn,
Unity has torn.

When helping hands have turned away,
What is there that's left to say?


The hope and drive of the dreamers mind,
Slips more into defeat each day,
When the road has reached an end,

And you're standing on the edge.
Remembering the past and building the future,
You vow to take a pledge.

To hold the hands of the drowning,
To lift those who've deserted hope,
And to all those who've only dreamed.

Show them the ropes.

I've made my bed with choices I've made,

But lying in it shows defeat.
I've made some wrong decisions,
But it's canceled out.

By the promises I couldn't keep.

Where do you turn for support when your home isnt home anymore?

To each his own has hit its peak.
Unity has torn,


And those known as a family,
Has shunned its true meaning.