These are scary days, scary days are haunting me.

Fingers pointed out in blame.

Fingers pointing out with hate.

Reflections clear but still distorted,

When seeing lies with the beholden.

These are scary days, scary days are haunting me.

Pity fails to garnish aid,

Just steely judgment and dismay.

Only troubled with the me,

a flock of me-s fly recklessly.

These are scary days, scary days still haunting me.

He who sleeps out in the cold.

She who sleeps in his bed, not her own.

They that starve for knowledge, knowing only lack of option.

They that starve for substance, constant hunger ever often.

These are scary days. But better days will follow these.

Only embers of love can survive the fuel of hate.

Only tales of our kindness will survive our mortal fate.

Because those left to remember, shall prescribe the story of thee

Who gave their life, to become light, to shine hope on the spirit’s need.

Live for better days. Love will always promise these.