vad har hänt med vår värld!!!??

asså va i hela friden händer med vår värld, förr kändes allt så tryggt, så säkert, men nu känns det inte som att man kan gå ut mitt på dan utan att vara rädd för vad som kan hända med en, vart man än är så är det nått som händer runt en, KRIG, SLAGSMÅL, fyllebråk, våldtäckt! vad har hänt! ska man inte kunna gå ut på kvällen utan att man behöver ora sig för allt som man kan möta som kanske kommer förändra enns liv på ett dåligt sett??

de finns en grupp/artist som heter the script vilket har gjort en låt som handlar ganska mycket om vad som händer runt om kring oss, texten är väldigt bra. we cry heter låten

Jenny was a poor girl Living in a rich world Named her baby Hope when she was just 14 She was hoping for a better world For this little girl But the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree Well she gets that call Hope’s too far gone Her baby’s on the way But nothing left inside Together we cry!

What about the junk head Could have gone the whole way Lighting up the stage trying to get a deal Now he’s lighting up the wrong way “Something for the pain!” Man you wanna see this kid he was so fuckin’ unreal When he gets that call He’s too far gone To get it together to sing one song They won’t hear tonight The words of a lullaby

oh…Mary’s ambitious She wanna to be a politician She been dreaming about it since she was a girl She thought that she’d be the one to change the world Always trying to pave the way for women in a…man’s world But life happened, house, kids, 2 cars, husband hits the jar, cheques that don’t go very far now Now she in it - can’t change it, she keeps her mind on her wages The only rattling cages!
 
Together we cry… Together we cry…
(There's so much sad gonna flood an ocean, We're all in tears from a world that's broken)

There comes a time when every bird has to fly At some point every rose has to die It’s hard to let your children go Leave home Where they go? Who knows! Getting drunk Getting stoned All alone Teach a man to fish You’ll feed him never lie You show your kids the truth Hope they never lie Instead of reading in a letter that they’ve gone to something better “Bet your sorry now! I won’t be coming home tonight” I’m sick of looking for those heroes in the sky To teach us how to fly Together we cry!

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