What is There?

Pride is something I will never hold
Love is just another dream told
Hate is something I've been sold
Our lives are just broken and cold

Maybe one day we'll rise from the ashes
Of the cities we've burned
Buried in our lies
Drowning in our sins
We wave the white flag
Cause we know we'll never win

You can call me a quitter
But I know when to stop
So many lives taken
A new life brought to a world so mistaken

Abused and hated
Lied to and berated
Mother oh please give me your hand
I think I'm finally starting to understand
All the pain and destruction
No more love or compassion

What's there left?
What's there left?

By Kaylee Nixx