C'est La Vie

This is more of a poem than a song. Written by myself about 10 years ago. Just dug it up tonight.

C'est La Vie

The dark places in my mind
Wonder how I’ve been so blind
Will the path I take lead me home?
Or am I destined to endlessly roam?
I stop and think about a time
When love was here and life was fine

A lonely man down the road
Forced to sleep out in the cold
He calls the streets his home
I wonder if he too feels alone
On a park bench he calls his bed
Dreams of hope run through his head

On a dusty day in a land afar
People are killed for who they are
Violence raging on both sides
The price is paid in innocent lives
When will the bloodshed cease?
I wonder if there will ever be peace

A little girl, the age of nine
She’s beaten and abused all the time
Her daddy doesn’t tuck her into bed
He only lives for his bottles instead
I wonder if the girl will ever overcome
The scars and damage that her daddy’s done

The dark places in my mind
Wonder how we’ve been so blind
Will the path we take lead us home?
Or are we destined to endlessly roam?
I stop and think about a time
When love was here and life was fine