I sing the blues this afternoon
It’s been raining all day long
I anxiously await the moon
To right what’s going wrong

I’ve joined in conversation
with soul-less eyes and artificial smile
Completely meaningless relation
Pretending all the while

We become little puppets controlled
By society opinion at large
We do exactly as we’re told
Obeying whomever’s in charge

If God designed man to be
Flawed and full of sin
Then, praytell, how can we
Find peace and love within?