It's Sunday morning
The sun is shining
Yet chills fills the air
But Spring should be here
Seasons are changing
And so is everything
We're running outta time
And it's like a losing game
Some never really lived
They exist and it's sad
People are no longer moved
Where's the love we once had
It's really a hard time
I wish things was still the same
The Good book foretold it
Soon we'll have no food to eat
©lenni-x
L