a world of pretenders
they just dont get it
their priorities are reversed
they pretend to be someone they arent
they sell the dream
they take the cash
they go to church each week
and never pray
they talk a lot and mean little
not really anything to say
how i wish i could let them see
that spirit and soul
how much they matter
how much truth goes untold
while i walk alone on my way
and wonder why this is so long
forever is so much longer
and this day is short
i wish i could have someone who
really loved me and was whole
and not pretend
but it sure looks grim
time keeps on moving
and i stay still
hoping and not wanting to waste myself
on pretenders
if you are fake or want cash to take
find another pretender who may take yours
all i want is a good heart