My mental magic

In the past few years people died, and some of us cried. A virus came to life, and the people had to hide. We are lost in this place that we call home, a place we were born and told we would never feel alone. Its sickening what you see on a regular basis, people acting strange, we are not all the same. As I sit here and lay in the bed that I made, I hope all the false hope will soon just fade. Its getting me no where and I feel completely bare, in a world we call home, more and more just a dome. Enclosed in this fear, why cant we kick into gear? Its sad to see that we all just cant be, frightened by the what ifs and the stupid little tiffs. Please help me lord, I have come to a board. For I have flopped and my faith in you has dropped. I cry out again, for a simple little wish, Please stop this infected sea full of fish. Stop the fear, don’t allow the flow of any tear. Give us the right to shine and be bright. For the road ahead is long, no time to stop and hit the bong. Open up your mind, get with the grind. For some people will die, but you will have already cried.