From The Lab

Show Me The Way or Forgive Me For Being Lost

With each grain of falling sand,
That's another pain I feel,
And I begin to doubt the plan,
That I, at one time, thought so real.

What hope lies for those of us
That want to believe, but can't?
Those who betray, and cannot trust,
All they can do is rave and rant.

There's not a doubt in my mind,
For I know that you exist,
Though I'm let down, time after time,
(So what kind of payback is this?)

Am I cursed to be denied
That which gets me through the day?
Now does it matter that we cry?
Does it affect you anyway?

I cannot help but question
These inhumane, cruel tactics,
'Till I recall the exception,
You'll never be us poor bastards.

Are we made in your image,
Fatherless imitations?
Will we learn it at the finish,
If we reached your expectations?

If this is the best it gets,
If this is all that there is,
It's no wonder we get depressed,
It's no wonder I still get pissed.

So will I always be this
Anonymous scrap of flesh?
See, I'm not trying to resist,
I'm just weary from all the tests.

If these words fall on deaf ears,
It could just add to my hate,
But there are no answers I hear,
Now all I have left is my faith.