Writing the Wrongs

Righting, all my life,

Was the wrong thing now I find.

Writing my belief

But the words just left me blind.

Righting all their wrongs

With my writing wasn’t good

Wrong things still exist

Like you said they always would.

Fighting, all my life

Was the thing that made me blind.

Lighting up the strife

As my own life fell behind.

Ringing the wrong bells

Left me so misunderstood

Writing all the wrongs

Hasn’t done me any good.