Bound with trust only paper thin, It feeds on hate and greed within. Truth is but another scheme, Though as real as it might seem. Lies now play more major a part, As the only thing here to come from the heart. Love is yet another game, Covered with hopes, but filled with pain. Why can't people just understand, Love is the hardest of all to demand.
Peace is the one thing left to spare, It walks the streets and fills the air.