Tonight

Too many worries and no guidance...

All kinds of things and the violence.

So many people hungry for food.

And so many people stroking egos of fools.

Too many men and no one to hold.

Too many concepts and I break the mold.

So many people try to commit suicide.

And it isn't a vice or mechanism that makes them run from their demons. 

It's despair, and it's not alright.

After the pain, and after the rain...

I will love again, tonight!