Losing My Religion

Drying out in a motel room,
it's how it always goes.
The colors are all fading.
What comes Heaven only knows.

It's not about forgiveness
as there is no crime to tell.
It's just another song
that some hustler wants to sell.

I'd trade it all for freedom
but freedom never comes.
They start talking of the peace time
then start reaching for their guns.

A child came up to me
and asked me what of peace.
I said I'm old, not old enough,
the wars have never ceased.

It's incumbent on the children
not to do as we have done.
The commandments are quite simple.
Never hurt any one.