Marty Metcalf - Reasons

A hundred thousand people struggle daily for their lives
Some are always kind and humble some make friends with knives
Most are fighting unknown forces all refer to them
Against the odds and maze of courses choice is lost too often

Reasons, there must be reasons
Reasons, what are the reasons?

Farmers slaved for generations they must till the land
City men out on probation no one lends a hand
Smaller business holding on the tax laws ment to kill
Hold two jobs for far too long just to get over the hill

Reasons, there must be reasons
Reasons, what are the reasons?

Obviously someone's gone and and rigged the whole charade
Moneys making money while the worker makes the grade
Honest work for honest pay leaves nothing left to trade
While apathy takes hold of minds and rains on it's parade

Reasons, there must be reasons
Reasons, what are the reasons?

Written by:
Martin Metcalf

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