Little People

Envision a prison of age
 where the apparent disposition is out of apparent commision to live in a cage
 To its a appearance where decisions are made
 to not listen, and they got their fist in opposion to fair play
 must be in your soliction of rage
 you became a victim the same way
 the system that gave way
 inflictin the same pain
 you convicted and cant blame
 recondition your brain till you convince you cant change
 understand and be wishin
 family tradition wont end you in a position where you feel in the rein
 lonely without a home, cause now your childs lone
 wearin a milestone like its "? "
 cryin we all alone
 hopin that god forgives you
 wonderin if you get too
 no one should have to live through
 the violence that you been through
 the fight thats still within you
 its time to make things right and free the child that lives within you
 *Chorus*
 Hear me
 See me
 do you even know im still breathing?
 I listen to the sounds of the tv
 the only thing that really wants to reach me
 Daddy listen
 Mommy please
 there must be a better way to raise me
 i yell untill my ears cant heare me
 into a silence that kills me
 There billy stands at twenty below
 grippin his coat that froze two hours ago
 "? "
 7 year olds waitin
 takes another look at a picture that lost time painted
 put it away
 i cant look at it
 the truth stings a little when u look at it
 we creatin a mold of bad habits
 when the teacher got eleven year olds that blast at em
 and the world tunes in just then
 listenin to every word that he shoulda heard at age ten
 that he wonders where it all began
 he could call you a father
 but couldnt really ever call you a friend
 you work hard to provide a home for good livin
 and you figured thats all you really had to give em now
 if you dont know much know this
 all work no play
 "?" no miss
 *Chorus*
 Hear me
 See me
 do you even know im still breathing?
 I listen to the sounds of the tv
 the only thing that really wants to reach me
 Daddy listen
 Mommy please
 there must be a better way to raise me
 i yell untill my ears cant heare me
 into a silence that kills
 it was once said that the grass with wither and the flowers will fall down
 and every man must pass when his number gets called
 but when a child takes his life that type of logic dont work out
 a flower never told to pluck its own petals out
 and throughout all the tears
 it gets so clear
 that the son i held dear
 i lost somewhere
 between my work passion and a childs size casket
 its hard to grasp when these dreams keep flashin
 his cold foot hanging from a stainless steel table
 and a white sheet stained with a mothers pain and grief
 and every day i wipe the faces filling the pain
 so another scape goat thats just filling the blame
 what kind of man am i?
 what kind of mother were you?
 what kind of life did we subject a child too?
 wishin i woulda listened
 couldve probably seen whose prayin for salvation that a soul could sure use
 *Chorus*
 Hear me
 See me
 do you even know im still breathing?
 I listen to the sounds of the tv
 the only thing that really wants to reach me
 Daddy listen
 Mommy please
 there must be a better way to raise me
 i yell untill my ears cant heare me
 into a silence that kills