Emotional Drought

It’s possible that the worst
Of the inside
Could take our pencils away
End creating
Can’t let the teachers lay waste
Of a new mind
Prevent emotional drought
And watch the pace quicken
Try to never touch
Try to never touch
Won’t keep holding back my conscious
Realize
There’s a choice to not end up like you
Not end up like you
Let’s turn our wretched debates into action
By diplomacy gain, back a handshake
Tied and unable to tend, to the wounds that were made
So much closer to shame we see but never touch
Search
For
Truth
One more man
Tearing at the throat of
Never dropped as fast as
Coloring the fate of
Is better than the fate of you