This Alone

Could we be happy
If our enemy went away?
A new clean slate
But then just transfer our hate?
Like leaves on a tree
We fall out of favor
Unable to simply
Befriend our neighbor

A million eyes that never see the lies
A million voices will never sound again
This small world has never felt so big
Have you ever felt this alone?

Is being free
Merely a dream?
Impossible yet sought
While our souls are all bought
Traded and sold
Our lives revolve
Around a pile of gold
And yet we are so alone…

If this is the end of history
If this is the best we can do
Then I hope the end is coming
To wash away this bloody mess