some people need their own identity
yet, they try to take others
and when that does not work
they will create their own
even if that really does hurt

i recently lost our dream house
and i cannot drive a car
wonder what it is all about
have i really come so far?

labels, irresponsbility placed by people
while they feed their children rubbish
as they climb a church steeple
and find a god to kiss,

you seek to punish me
for not loving you
for rejecting you
for not giving,
what life has never given

i will not have my identity stolen
not strip by strip
i will not climb into boxes
of which i do not fit
i will not be told who i am

is this a conflict or a war
no one seems to know anymore
remembrance sunday has a new turn
a painful tear jerking reminder
that somehow, we just never learn

numb
will we ever feel again?
leaning on our bicycle
buckled in memory lane
numb