The Rugged Terrain;
Of suffering and pain,
Where the innocent always gets blamed.
In Poverty, violence must be strained,
Countless killing,
Countless deaths,
For countless money to pay countless debts.
With everything happening currently;
U don't know whether your coming or going.
Been through the truth and the lies,
Now there's nobody standing by your side.
Now I see through the guilt beneath your  pain,
I see the scars that remain.
It's a cold war and your our there alone,
So many times you wanted to pick up the phone,
Too bad nobody's home...

Tremar Ivey