The Likes of me

I watch it burn, from my satelite tower,
like an angel of death comes this hour.
The devil lives, in days like these,
and preys upon my vanities.
The rules have changed, but stay the same,
I walk alone through troubled days.
The streets are filled with smoke and dust,
my heart is blinded with mistrust.

Where should I turn for certainty,
when I can't turn to me?
What does the future hold,
for the likes of me?

My head full of a million words,
all the voices that go unheard,
propoganda fills my ears,
but I can only hear my fears.
How do I stand against these fates,
that hold my world in their embrace?
Weakness pulls me to my knees,
and wraps me in indignities.

Where should I turn for certainty,
when I cant turn to me?
What does the future hold,
for the likes of me?

The ruin of these gracious gifts,
cannot give my heart a lift.
No flag can cover all the holes,
appearing in my soul.
I envy what was never mine,
a truly free and gracious time.
I dream of days I hardly knew,
when the things I believe in were true.

Where can I turn for certainty,
when I can't turn to me?
What does the future hold,
for the likes of me?