Left

A sigaret lays

softly in my hand,

I hope you can 

understand.

Will we ever learn,

All problems start

with a left turn.

I pressed her tight,

And death smiled.

Oh great old and wise,

Don't tell us those things twice,

Give us beer

And make us fear.

The power lays

in the hands 

of the people who say no,

They live the better life

you know.

Birds flying trough the air,

Nobody seems to care.

Mothers,

Fathers,

Daughters

and Sons,

The evil is here to come.

I wish I could write this 

in a better way,

There is nothing left

here for me to stay.