So many broken hearted

So many broken hearted
(sergei@ptd.net Sergei Polischouk 02/01/1996)

So many broken hearted, so many lost, alone
So many were not chosen, by accident were born
So many feel, that life is not a precious gift
So many don’t know why they need to live

So many left their children, too early on their own
So many have their parents, but don’t have homes
So many working for living, make barely to get by
So many do exist, but they don’t know why

So many look for answers on one end of a rope
So many lost their money, their parents, and their hope
So many look for answers in the Bible and in prayer
So many look for brothers, but those who find them rare

So many feel they’re hopeless, and can’t continue to fight
So many in depression and wonder through the night
So many got involved in cults, drugs, rock and roll
So many wait for future, but can’t achieve their goals

So many go to college, and hope to find a job
So many look for someone, who’s able make it stop
So many are afraid to tell they’ve been abused
So many hate their fathers, those whom they never choose

So many hopes for Buddha will make it up next time
So many do not care, and never share a dime
So many walking by them, so many look away
So many beg for living, and dying everyday

So many keep their comfort, don’t want to be disturbed
So many locked in prisons, not even knowing for what
So many rich and famous, they teach us how to live
So many take your money, they know that you would give

So many sell you future, but can’t erase yours past
So many give you things, they knew would never last
So many broke and poor, gave up and do not try
So many sell their souls, to have eternal life

So many are not happy with things they have achieved
So many lost their faith, don’t know what to believe
So many hate their neighbor, for color or for race
So many talk to God, but have never seen His face

So many heal for money, and know that it is wrong
So many drinking honey, and grow very strong
So many want to move in country which they choose
So many want to win, but they assigned to loose

So many don’t have children, afraid they can’t raise
So many live on welfare, rely on “Uncle Sam”
So many learn to kill, and wish to end “The War”
So many feel the walls, but still can’t find “The Door”

So many choose “The Chosen”, and vote for one who’s strong
So many know what’s right, but go for what is wrong
So many sleep all morning, but stay all night awake
So many know the difference between the real and fake

So many look for something they know they’ll never find
So many have the reasons to write thoughts of their mind
So many proud earners, believe they’ve done it well
So many give donations to save their souls from hell

So many too upset, they can be never pleased
So many pray their prayers, and stand there on their knees
So many shy and quiet, don’t make it to the top
So many go down, so one can go up

So many of those talking, don’t follow what they preach
So many of those learning, when they should go and teach!