People all over waiting for destute timeā??s to end.
To receive welfare in the mail.
For war to turn into peace.
Tyranny back to freedom.
Hanging onto the last bit of hope, time after time.
Possible ejection from this world is on my mind.
The thought of utter blackness is comforting.
We turn brisk peace into war.
You clench your teeth before the pain rains down.
