Last summer, my wife and I got the chance to travel out west. We were in Las Vegas for a convention with her job, and took a couple of extra days to drive through the desert down to the Grand Canyon. It was a wonderful trip, being able to spend time together just the two of us, traveling through an area of the world that we’ve never been in.
As we drove through the Nevada desert, I couldn’t help but think about this concept of a “wasteland”. It’s land that is neat to look at, but of very little use to anyone.
You know, I’ve been through a lot of different areas in life that seemed like wastelands: vacation spots that weren’t exactly as nice as the brochure led us to believe; the job that seemed great at first, but turned out to be horrible; the crowd that I had always wanted to be a part of… until I was a part of it.
What I have learned is that things aren’t always what they seem to be on the surface. There is nothing perfect in this world, and it’s frustrating to find imperfections in what I thought was the exception to this rule.
Don’t be fooled by this world we live in. It will offer you all sorts of things promising happiness, but it can never give you true joy.Wasteland So many years I’ve felt at home here For so long I’ve loved this place There always seemed to be sounds of joy and a smile on every face. But then I found out the truth about what goes on behind closed doors Now I see everything for what it is and I don’t want to be here anymore. Chorus: Welcome to the wasteland The place where there is no hope Where dreams are shattered and sadness rules but no one sees it at all. Welcome to the place where all are in denial where misery is a way of life. Yet no one wants to leave They’re perfectly happy where they are. So many people in the dark here so many fooled by what they can’t see So many who can’t find their true identity So many who don’t know what they could be. Why can’t they see what’s going on? Why don’t they care about what’s right? Is it because they don’t know the truth? Or is it because they’re afraid to fight? Chorus Bridge: I realize now it’s up to me I can’t be silent anymore I need to show them how they are free It’s my job to open the door. Chorus
It’s up to us to make this world a better place! Who’s with me?
See you tomorrow!