Time Poem by Styles Diesel

This place is cold so are the faces, with no warm smiles to brighten your day so you look the other way.
Till a certine time you just want to rhyme.
You rhyme to so you wont do any crime.
When you rhyme you stop time, watching to world slow around you, time is stopping.
Look out your window, looking at the war that is going on.
Your heart cries at the sight you see, you want it to stop.
Time is moving again, you see them out their dieing, for a cause that can be resolved.
The cause is power, we are animals trying to survive, staying alive by force and new rules that were made by stupid fools.
We should live life free like a bird that can spread it's wings and fly in the night sky. saying god bye