Who Took It? It's No Longer Shining

Who took it? It's No Longer Shining

It's never shining again

Dullness reign through the day

Nobody said

I don't like happenings in the dark

Dark took over Light

Actual light left with light like love

And now we're only left with light from the solar system

Lightless hood with poor lighting

Lightless huts, hurt-less hurts

Nobody loves, everything's turf

Children hunting cash with guns

And lead with government of gangs

Who took it?

Food is costive no jobs no clean cash

Getting it by force with violence and guns

Just is unaffordable minus cash

Nobody knows peace, atmosphere's harsh

Who took it?

The sun is shining, bright and bright

It's day and it's very dark outside

Kindness treated like a noun

Armed in sheep suits sheep smile sheep speech

Inside sheep suits stood thieves with degrees masters and PhDs

Who took it? It's no longer shining

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