For a brief moment all my troubles disappeared
And I fell in love as if you were here
But it was just a picture that stole my heart

Happy sun
Happy sun
  Your day is done
  Your day is done
Sleepy sun
Sleepy sun
When do you dream
  When do you dream
You've been up
All day long
All day long
How many days
Has it been
How many days
Since you last slept
Its been a
Never
  Never
Life for you
   Never closed your eyes
  Never dreamt
Never asked a thing
  Poets always writing
To the moon
  About her shine
   About the man living
    With her
About her dark side
No one every
Stopping for you
To write about
Longing to walk
  On the sunny side
Of the sun
If you could sleep
Just one night
  Just one night
Where would you go
What would you do
  Would you sleep
    In an ocean deep
   Cool your temperament
  Relax your blazing heart
Watch mermaids swim between
  Your dancing flames
    Turned blue
   Collect coral reef
  And broken shells
And tooth and treasure
In lost green seas
Oh happy sun
   Happy sun
  Your day is done
Your day is done
Your
Never
  Never
Has
Just
  Begun
Has
Just
Begun
Your
Day
  Never
Never
Done
  ...
   ..
  ...
Burning
  ..
Burning
  ...
   ..
    ...
  My sympathy
   For you
    For my
   Heart
  Is always
Burning
Burning
Too
And all
I do
  Is sleep
   And dream
    And dream
   I know
  I know
You love
Her
Too
  I know
   You've
    Seen
     I
    Know
   You've
Seen
My Paper Queen
My Paper Queen
  The
Only dream
  Only dream
  That
Can
Out shine
You
   Out
    Shine
   You
  My
Paper
Queen
My Paper
Queen
No
Other
Dream
No other
Dream
  Can
    Rule my
   Heart
  For
   I
  Only
  Burn
For my
Paper Queen
And my
  Never
Never
Has
Just
  Begun
  Has
Just
Begun
And
  My always
   Always
    Love
     Has
    Long
   Long
  Last
Found
Its forever
Home
  Its
Forever
Home
In her soft
Kind hands
  Soft kind
   Hands
  Where I only
    Burn
   Only
      Burn
     For
      The
     Majesty
   The
  Majesty
    Of
   My Paper
  Queen
My Paper
Queen

And my heart broke a little more
and sank deep down to the
bottom of misery
And beyond temptation hate tried
to force its way above my skin
And throat foamed and the chance
to yell obscenities
And how my blood did howl with
angers force
And my unclenched fist wanted to grasp
liers throat
And better sense of temperament reminded me....
     just breath
       just breath
         just breath

Swimming through **** and vinegar
Chewing and chocking on ***** and blood
I'd be absolutely disgusted by it all
  but I'm only human
And that's just the way we are
We are either killing each other or
  just ******* each other
It's not about love or hate
It's just out of habit now
Bullets and ***** spewing though
  the streets like a virus
We don't procreate for the survival
  of flesh
But to keep the almighty dollar alive
And that's just how we are

there was the bittersweet smell
of mischief in the corner
of her smile
and in her eyes
he could see everything
that was good about love
and their was a delicate balance
of beauty and pain
woven into the warmth
of her heart

he sighed

knowing he could only imagine
doing anything other
than just imagine

Its easy to pretend as I dream in never never land where love is an eternal blooming flower that is  not just devoured by the hour But when I  wake its my perpetual fall from grace that keeps you out of reach And even if you were near it would be simply out of fear that I couldn't hold your hand But back to sleep I'll go and see your face behind a veil and hear the moon and the sun and stars sing of how beautiful you are in white But it's only make belive and its the kind of love that
looks good on paper The kind that would never end if only just pretend But eventually I'll have to go The dream will end a heart will break  but somewhere between forever and never I can always find your flower

Be kind for no other reason
Than kindness itself
Not for the
Fear of god
Or punishment
Not for the promise
Of heavenly and eternal bliss
For what if in the end
Of it all
There is no heaven
No hell
Just oblivion
And this life
Was wasted
The one chance
The one life
You could have been kind
Gone
If this is your
Only time
Your only life
Use it to be good
To love and
To be kind
For no reason
Than kindness itself

Here we are killing ourselves
  even though we're already dead
Perpetuating our lies
  as we fake away our lives
Living in a world where love is
  a more outdated concept than war
Spending money on things
  we can't afford and things
   we no longer need because
     we can't control our greed
We turn time into money as we
  strangle every cent out of love
   as we choke our hearts to death
Where the dead things are
Cash is king and we all sing along
  "King Cash won't you save us
    Help us **** ourselves
    Teach us to sacrifice
    To increase your wealth
    The king is dead
    Long live the dead"

Her kiss was full of venom
Her teeth were made out of
  broken pieces of glass
Her tongue was a slithering snake
  that crawled down your throat
  and squeezed all the blood out
  of your heart and swallowed
  your soul whole
She couldn't help but stab you in
  the back, her finger nails were all little
  daggers... she couldn't hold or touch
  anyone without cutting to the bone
She was beautiful though, and even more
  beautiful to anyone who looked at her
  with heartache in their eyes
And she could smell heartache,
  heartache and loneliness and all
  the foul smells of a broken soul.
She was helplessly attracted to the scent,
  she couldn't control herself around the
  aroma of misery
You could never tell by looking at her, but
  she was miserable too.
She was as every bit as broken as she
  was beautiful
She made a deal with the devil the first time
  her heart was broken, she just didn't want
  to feel the pain she told him
So he shook her hand and numbed her wounds
  but he never took the pain away
Her heart is still broken but she doesn't know
Because she can't feel what the devil
  made numb

Kiss me until I forget my name
Then peel away my skin
Reveal my death within
My flesh is yours for the taking
For pleasure or for feast
There is no denying
You bring out my savage beast
Kiss me until my mouth is broken
And my tounge is swollen
Then force me to say your name
I'll be your beggar
Your fool
Your slave
Just put me in my place
I'll be your sin
I'll fall for your disgrace
Kiss me until I've been consumed entirely
**** all the of my devotion from my breath
Drain all the blood from my chest
Wear my completion as pearls hanging between your *******
Leave me limp and lifeless
A soul of only ghost
Then with teeth of fierce intention
Bring my body back to life
Kiss me
Kiss me
I would ****** to know
Your bliss

Time waits for no man
Cherish each moment as if
Death will kiss you next

"Knock, knock, knocking on heavens door..."
God answered laughing, "You can't come in!  I don't not give you this thing called sin,  you created that yourselves just like the atom bomb.  I will not wash you clean with my childs blood!  I don't know who made you, but it wasn't me.  The only thing I've ever done is paint the sky and clouds and seas amd shores and trees with love.  And all you do is try and ruin all those things too.  So go away I've got to go, the devil and I are playing!"

Depression doesn’t loosen its grip when I am caught off guard by a joke / and it is funny enough to make me snort and that only makes me laugh at the embarrassment I feel from snorting / it’s still there coiling quietly while reloading its fangs with venom / ready to strike whenever I start to feel something good is happening / that maybe this whole life and art and love thing is worth taking out my paper and pencils and pens and brushes  and paints for / and maybe just maybe give some hope to dreaming like I did back in my youth / back when I thought more about my potential / I thought more about my abilities / I thought I could do anything / I thought I would do anything / I thought love... / I thought love was within reach.../ somewhere with someone... / I wouldn’t say I really suffer from any serious forms of depression /  more of just “situational” depression /like I hate my job “depression” / I hate my ability to procrastinate so well “depression” / I hate the way I carry so much self loathing “depression” / the I hate my “life” depression... / you know / situational “depression” / and the situation only being the situation of being alive “depression” / but it comes and goes / slithering quietly through / from my mind through my heart / back and forth / waiting silently for anything I might feel or think that it might want to strike out at and strangle and swallow head first / its nice like that / to not always be present in every thought of every day / but never to far away / never gone for good / I mean theres a lot in this world and this life to be depressed about / how horrible would it be to not be able to feel depressed...oh man, I almost snorted...

He knew it was love when he awoke in the middle of a dream that felt like the answer to a prayer and he didn't care if it was god whispering the truth in his ear or the devil selling him a lie and he knew either way he would love her until this lifes last breath and find her again filling his lungs with the first of his next

Fly away little bird
My love is not a burden for you to share
It is heavy and dark and made of broken pieces of hearts and dreams
You have a much better life to live
adventures waiting
My life belongs to the desk and pen
The brush and the haunting blank surface
Grey colors and falls embrace
I know it would be eternal paradise
To spend time with you under both sheets and dreams
To breath in your scent hidden between thighs and breast
To wander hand in hand
Through the halls of your heart and soul
To feel your beauty flow endlessly throughout my blood and control my pulse
... sometimes fast... sometimes slow...
breathing easy through sleep
panting heavy inbetween dreams
kisses soft with hard teeth
bleeding slow
where fingers traced words of love
during torrent moments of lust
nirvana found under the razor tip of your tounge pressed against
the life seeping out of my skin
only fools would mistake this as sin
but its not the place for me to find or spend my autumn years
Your love has better days and things to do
I am only a dream away from death
Sitting at a cold desk
Watching lost colors drown out the corners of the surface once blank
Painting the last words of a dying dream

If you saw her heart
you might mistake it for gold
but I know it is the color of sunlight
lemons and tangerines
the sweet blood of honey
the song of the first morning bird

when god asked for light
it was her who split open her ribs
and it was the radiance of her heart  
that filled all that was once dark
and when god saw her
god trembled in awe
and wept the first tears of joy

and where gods tears fell
all the  dreams of love
and all the dreams of beauty
fell from those tears
and they swam out
into the empty cosmos

it is there in her chest
where the sun gets it color
where all light is born
from her heart
made out of sunshine
lemons and tangerines

filling what is empty
lighting what is black
giving dreams of love
giving dreams of beauty
giving meaning to everything
giving meaning to life
all life

What lesson do our children learn
when watching children
****** children in their classrooms
what value do we give their education
when seperating best friends forever
by filling one heart with grief
and putting the other one in its early grave
what child needs to know
the weight and velocity
of the bullets that tore
their once safe world apart

how many tears will it take
to drown out the greed
that allows the trigger of the gun
to be in such an easy place to reach
and the moment of silence has had its turn
and though it may have brought
some small comfort
it did not take the pain away

now we must raise our voices
for the dead
we must raise our voices
for those who have not yet died
we must raise our voices
and we must be loud
louder than the money exchanging hands
louder than the bullets and the bangs
and louder than the rat-a-tat-tat
machine guns song

its more than a matter of safety or control
its the value of the education
we too often forget
forget to teach
forget to remember
forget to live by
the education of kindness
the value of generosity
the need of empathy
the lesson and the gift of love

that we are all the same
no matter our birthplace
no matter what flag we sleep under
no matter what name we whisper
when we offer our prayers
and our hopes
we are all the same
we all live in the same house
no matter how many walls divide us
no matter the mountains between us
no matter the oceans that separate us

we are all in one house
and we are all connected
by the one thing
the only thing
we need to both give
and to receive  
the lesson and the gift of love

let us teach this first
before anything else
because without it
the education we give our children
will continue to be washed away
with the lives of all the children
that we fail to save

Some children will feel
There’s too many days in the school year
Some will think there isn’t enough
Some will be bored of the repetition and ease
Some will still be eager to learn
It is school
They are just kids
Learning slowly the mysteries of the day to day
Young people with little experience in life
As we once were
And in some way or another
Still are
We don’t have all the answers
In truth it’s all still a mystery
Despite our years of experience
And our piles of the day to day
And kids are just kids
As children have always been
As children should always
Be allowed to be
So let a few feel there’s too many days
Of study hall and home room and homework
Encourage them all to learn
And just as importantly
Encourage them just as much to laugh
Let them be bored of things that bore kids
Let them be children
Let them be kids
It is our privilege
It is our responsibility
To look after them
To keep them safe
To make sure they know
They are loved
But let no child at school
Have to think
Have to feel
Have to see
That there were too many guns
That there were too many bullets
That too much innocence blood was spilled
That the school year
Had too many deaths
Of too many friends
That lived too little
That were taken too soon
Because we failed to be responsible
That we took our privilege
As a community
As a world
For granted by turning a blind eye
And giving nothing but a moment of silence
And our thoughts and prayers
Without any action or resolve or steps
To make this last tragedy
The LAST tragedy
Any child had to live through
Had to survive
To witness bullets bought by greed
Bury the bodies of their classmates
If we watch this scene of tragedy
Play over and over again
And do nothing
NOTHING
To even try to stop the death of innocence
We ourselves in our complicity
Are just as much to blame
And just as guilty
As the hand that carried the gun
As the finger that pulled the trigger
As the politicians that took their bribes
The days of thinking it will never happen here
The days of the unthinkable being unthinkable
They are gone
They have been buried
With the bodies and the names
Of the children we have failed to save
The ones already gone today
And the ones that will be gone tomorrow
In the next senseless tragedy
Today is not soon enough
And tomorrow is always too late
Now is the time
And if not now
There will never be a day
We’re children are allowed to be kids
That don’t have to think
Don’t have to feel
Don’t have to see
That the school year
Had too many deaths

Oh sweet beauty
Let me love you
Let me ride this love to you
Like a lost comet
In eternities embrace
Let our souls bloom
Let our bodies entwine
Let our eyes crash
Let our mouths meet
Let our fingers rain
Let our hands flow
And let our  love explode
Like worlds colliding
Suns dying
Stars igniting
Moons crumbling
Heavens trembling
Hells falling
Oceans parting
Paradises losing
Nirvanas dreaming
Passions flaming
Hearts pounding
Pounding hard
Let us fall
Too quickly
Too deeply
Too far
Too much
And then
My sweet beauty
Let us fall
And love
And pound away
More and
More
Farther and
Farther
Deeper and
Deeper
Faster and
Faster
Until we
Brake and crash
Through
Forevers  
Door
And there
We'll live
And laugh
And cry
And dance
And love
Beyond
The hands
Of time
And the whims
Of fate

Kiss me in the down pour of the rain
Love me through the death of my heart
Give me eternity inbetween the minutes of the setting sun
Show me forever in the reflection of the moon
Breath life back into dreams
Sew wings back on to hope
Blow wishes back into the wind
Sit with me beneath a tree
And let me fall with the leaves

Oh sweet beauty
Let me love you
Let me ride this love to you
Like a lost comet
In eternities embrace
Let our souls bloom
Let our bodies entwine
Let our eyes crash
Let our mouths meet
Let our fingers rain
Let our hands flow
And let our  love explode
Like worlds colliding
Suns dying
Stars igniting
Moons crumbling
Heavens trembling
Hells falling
Oceans parting
Paradises losing
Nirvanas dreaming
Passions flaming
Hearts pounding
Pounding hard
Let us fall
Too quickly
Too deeply
Too far
Too much
And then
My sweet beauty
Let us fall
And love
And pound away
More and
More
Farther and
Farther
Deeper and
Deeper
Faster and
Faster
Until we
Brake and crash
Through
Forevers  
Door
And there
We'll live
And laugh
And cry
And dance
And love
Beyond
The hands
Of time
And the whims
Of fate

Liars and thieves doing nothing but spilling their corporate greed to the billionaires and share holders.
Bleeding the poor and denying the hunger
Throwing out mountains of food
False apologies and the facade of charitable acts
Making excuses for their criminal acts
Looking the other way while saying its possible to survive on an outdated minimum wage.
Billions with a ******* "B"
That's how much profit their making
While forcing you down to your knees
Working till your fingers bleed
Expecting you to sacrifice your pride,principles, and basic human needs.

There is a lie in every fairy tale
and a secret in every spoon
and both usually stay well hidden
from the time for breakfast
and the hour of bedtime stories
but there is a place
within the telling of dreams
that an old wise witch
of strange young beauty
will read your fate
with only words of truth
that she stirs out of a soup
made out of the alphabet
of the comfortable lonely sky
and feed you slowly
with the spoon
of her mothers grandmothers mother
that has been handed down
from the first star ever born
to the last name
of the last god
yet to be named
or prayed to
and in that instant
you will know every secret
and detect every lie every told
and you will be a  baby
and an old man
and a young girl
stealing her first kiss
from a shy boy
and a butterfly and a snail
and the leaf that feed you both
and you will be
the last tree on earth
and the first flower
to bloom on Jupiter
and the death of Mars
and the heartache of Venus
and you will know
who made who first
and learn that that knowledge
means very little when compared to
the virtues of loves
true heart and reason
and the witch will close your hand
and seal it with a stolen kiss
and smile and laugh and giggle
and give you a mischievous grin
and you will understand
why spoons keep secrets
and the importance of lies
that hide in fairy tales

Most people are blissfully unaware
of just how much we are all alone
one by one by ourself
drifting though the day to day
   just another night

            life

letting the world turn
into something disturbingly ******
as everything spins out of control
bullets fall from the sky
and we brush off the deaths they cause
as if it is just a light drizzle
no need for an umbrella or panic or change
everyone is breathing in and out

   in and out

      in and out

         in and out

******* without rhythm or reason
other than to pass the time
and pretend that we’re still human on some level
but no one stops to notice if there alive
or if their heart is still beating

as long as we make the right noises
it’s close enough to love
the abuse that is
anything to keep ourselves
from the appearance of being lonely

     life

our numbers keep growing
as the population only knows how to expand
death cannot keep pace
with the rate we procreate
and we will devour this earth
down to its core with our ignorance and greed
and then where will
  
        life

go without us....


                           it will go on and on and on

and it is hard to argue against
that it will most likely be better off without us

The values of life
And the lessons of love
Always arguing
Always tugging
Always warring
Love always pushing to take a risk
Life begging to think of good sense
Love asking what is lifes worth
  without love
Life saying love is only pretend
Flinging mud back and forth
Lessons of life
And the value of love
Always yelling
Always screaming
Always shouting
Life begging for something more
Love pleading not to break
Life saying love is just a *****
Love saying life is just a bore
Love and life
Life and love

the road unravels before me and the horizon keeps running two steps ahead of me and I cannot stop from imagining what the earth would look like without us, how all this concrete and steel would be overrun with grass and vines, wildflowers and wildlife... wildlife?  wildlife would just be life without us here to label it by our standards of what is and isn’t “wild”, without the plague of what we like to see as “civilized humanity” and my mind goes into its own metaphysical pseudo rage at the terminology of that phrase... “civilized humanity”... are we civilized?... humane?... if we stop to read between the lines... if we examine the folds between the pages of our history books... if we don’t blindly swallow down the twisted perspective of the past... if we don’t willing believe the lies we make up about our yesteryears so we can see ourselves as hero’s... instead of the villains... the villains we only stopped pretending to be when the victims of our crimes rose up and fought back... the men in chains, the women without voices, the children forced to fight for words and ideas of old men too afraid to die for their own beliefs... and even now, day by day history seems to be stuck on repeat... a scratched record of wobble wax turning round and round as out of tune as we are out of breath, and worse than that we seem to be allowing it to rewind and tangle and gurgle out white noise and static, to take three steps back for every king of freedom we have let be assassinated... for all the X’s we have drawn on their necks to mark where the knife and the bullet and the noose..should slash... should strike... should choke the life from...their bodies... their voices... their hearts... because freedom is only allowed to be pretty in the eyes of a metaphor... it is far too dangerous in the hands of the of the general populace... far too fragile to let our “civilized humanity” be in control of... we hear the word anarchy and imagine it ripe with chaos... never admitting to ourselves that the only chaos that exists in the ideology of anarchy is our own inability to treat each other with any kind of social responsibility without the threat of some kind of punishment... we only have ourselves to blame that without “law”, there would be no “order”... give me freedom... give them death... I could paint you a picture, tell you a tale of two similar in every way but the ending... one walks away and one falls to the grave... the grieving see no justice and the living just keep on walking... i hear that only love can defeat hate... i hear these words echo back and forth through time... i hear them echo over the bombs of the past, i hear them whisper over the bullets whizzing into the future, i hear them in ever beating heart in this room...yet i cannot stop myself from wondering... why does it feel like we are losing... why does it seem like this is a battle love will never win... why do we keep fighting... love vs hate... love over hate... when if we don’t stop fighting... one day soon... I won’t have to imagine this world without us... and everything, all this concrete, all this steel, all our flesh, all our bones...overrun with grass and vines, wildflowers... and life

Let lightning course
through your pulse
and let your heart
beat loud with thunder

become the storm of your life
and the wind of your breath
let nothing move you
that does not move you

cry when you must
and love whenever you can
embrace every emotion
no matter how painful
  or blissful
    or mistakenly sinful

feel everything this life
has to offer you
both the good and the bad

learn from your mistakes
and bad relationships
and love each new day
and new lover more fiercely
from what your past
has taught you

become more open
each time you are broken
grow and rise up after every fall

never tame the wild beast
that lives in the marrow
of your bones
you can let you heart get stolen
     but never
   let your heart be caged

let your love be a gift
that expects nothing in return
for any other expectation
is not the truth of love
the reward for kindness
is the act of being kind

you will often find yourself
lost at sea
and when you do remember

let lightning course
through your pulse
and let your heart
beat loud with thunder
and be the storm
that carries you home

Let me peel off your sunday best
and dress you down in morning light
over the curves of your soft skin
and paint you in a day dream
of little black dresses on a friday night
with lace stockings and come here

and my

     my

   my high heels

that bring kings and fools down
to begging on their knees


I could worship every inch of you
no matter the view
if you were the sun over heaven
or a grain of salt carried by an ant
a saint or a *****
queen or a vagrant
dressed to the nines
or down in the ditches
I’ve seen you in places
where beauty is found under the illusion
of the flesh worn out over our bones

I want to devour you
and give birth to a new emotion of lust
with hands capable of dissecting
the last layer of skin
on a heart beat
                      
                        beat
    
beat me into submission
let’s ride out this transmission
beyond the hand and touch
of what only mankind
would be ****** enough
to label as sin
and be the stars in a home movie
not safe to be watched
by minds lesser than gods
swimming between limbs tangled
and blurred and penetrating
while turning blood pumping
into the sweetness of honey flowing

      and drip
  
    drip

  dripping

into polls where we
transcend the limits of our imagination
and dive deeper than a last breath
and urgent gasp
of lost and found pleasure
outside of times understanding of mortality
and the endless sight of eternity
and the true nature of life’s lust is exposed
as nothing more or less
than the survival of love

I wake with you
Lingering
Your dream still
Warm
In my bed
Your kiss still
Haunting
My mouth
Hungry
For more
Of the sweet
Taste
Of your
Love
I've never
Had
But need
More
My heart
Gone
My chest
Full
Overflowing
With
Pictures of
You
I hear
Madness
Spreading
Consuming
Me whole
Monsters
Dancing
The devil
Laughing
My soul
Sold
Without
You
My heart
Will never
Return
Home
It has
Devoted
Its beating
For you
All of
Its dreams
And
All of its
Blood
I lost it
To the
Fires
Of your
Heart
The
Compassion
That dances
In your
Words
The hypnotic
Allure of
Your voice
And
All the
Endless
Beauty
Of you

I want to feel your
lips full of poetry
bleeding out a verse
of pleasure over
a rhyme of sin
with fairy tale eyes
whispering of secrets of lust
and promises for love
hold you until the end of time
and hang our story
from a branch
of the tree of stars
where beneath the roots
we will steal the crown
of butterfiles
and throne from
the queen of bees
and float down
the river of eternity
and dream of reading
each kiss we share
from your lips
full of poetry

All this noise in the world
And no one is listening
No one is noticing all the wrong
All the ugly words to the song
Children sitting gathered at tables
Laughing as they should
Laughing while they can
Life fast at their heels
Horror awaiting to replace their innocent
   days
And whose daughter will go first
Whose little girl will lose her will
      To smile
       To trust
        To love
Whose precious ray of sunshine
  Will be dragged
     To
        Dark alleys
         Dark couches
           Dark beds
Whose little flower will be
         Stomped on
         And crushed
         And dismembered
      And left living a life
      Constantly wishing for death
And who would do such a thing
   To such a sweet little smile
  Will it be by
    Monster or cousin
    Or uncle or father
    Or neighbor or stranger
    Or husband or friend
And whose little boy will lose his way
   Lose his way from patience
   And kindness and love
   And respect
Whose little boy will grow into brother
  Of brother of father of wealth
    And of name
Whose little boy will be taught by
  ignorance and ***** that he must be like
  the father of his brother of his brother
  of name and of wealth
Whose little son will grow into the monster
    of the illusion of being a man
Means taking whatever he wants
   whenever he can
Whose little monster will be left to wander
  and stray
    So far far away
     From the days of being
      A monster was only
        pretending and play
I sit and I sip coffee of sugar and cream
  And I wish and I pray that this was all
   A bad dream
But I cannot refuse or deny it
All this horrible horrible noise
Among the children laughing
With naive painted grins
I shudder inside of thoughts of their
                                       innocence gone
I tremble to know of futures of
                                        terrible wrongs
Whose will grow into murders of racism
  and hate
Whose will find themselves victims of ****
Whose will find themselves innocent
  locked behind bars awaiting death row
Who will turn into monster and beast
Who will turn into hero and friend
Whose little boy
Whose little girl
Will brave the road and pave the way
  To a future of endless
               Innocent days
It cannot be a day too soon
Let us hope it is not a day
                  Too late...

All this noise in the world
And no one is listening
No one is noticing all the wrong
All the ugly words to the song
Children sitting gathered at tables
Laughing as they should
Laughing while they can
Life fast at their heels
Horror awaiting to replace their innocent
   days
And whose daughter will go first
Whose little girl will lose her will
      To smile
       To trust
        To love
Whose precious ray of sunshine
  Will be dragged
     To
        Dark alleys
         Dark couches
           Dark beds
Whose little flower will be
         Stomped on
         And crushed
         And dismembered
      And left living a life
      Constantly wishing for death
And who would do such a thing
   To such a sweet little smile
  Will it be by
    Monster or cousin
    Or uncle or father
    Or neighbor or stranger
    Or husband or freind
And whose little boy will lose his way
   Lose his way from patience
   And kindness and love
   And respect
Whose little boy will grow into brother
  Of brother of father of wealth
    And of name
Whose little boy will be taught by
  ignorance and ***** that he must be like
  the father of his brother of his brother
  of name and of wealth
Whose little son will grow into the monster
    of the illusion of being a man
Means taking whatever he wants
   whenever he can
Whose little monster will be left to wander
  and stray
    So far far away
     From the days of being
      A monster was only
        pretending and play
I sit and I sip coffee of sugar and cream
  And I wish and I pray that this was all
   A bad dream
But I cannot refuse or deny it
All this horrible horrible noise
Among the children laughing
With naive painted grins
I shudder inside of thoughts of their
                                       innocence gone
I tremble to know of futures of
                                        terrible wrongs
Whose will grow into murders of racism
  and hate
Whose will find themselves victims of ****
Whose will find themselves innocent
  locked behind bars awaiting death row
Who will turn into monster and beast
Who will turn into hero and friend
Whose little boy
Whose little girl
Will brave the road and pave the way
  To a future of endless
               Innocent days
It cannot be a day too soon
Let us hope it is not a day
                  Too late...

Little girl Little boy
All this noise in the world
And no one is listening
No one is noticing all the wrong
All the ugly words to the song
Children sitting gathered at tables
Laughing as they should
Laughing while they can
Life fast at their heels
Horror awaiting to replace their innocent
   days
And whose daughter will go first
Whose little girl will lose her will
      To smile
       To trust
        To love
Whose precious ray of sunshine
  Will be dragged
     To
        Dark alleys
         Dark couches
           Dark beds
Whose little flower will be
         Stomped on
         And crushed
         And dismembered
      And left living a life
      Constantly wishing for death
And who would do such a thing
   To such a sweet little smile
  Will it be by
    Monster or cousin
    Or uncle or father
    Or neighbor or stranger
    Or husband or freind
And whose little boy will lose his way
   Lose his way from patience
   And kindness and love
   And respect
Whose little boy will grow into brother
  Of brother of father of wealth
    And of name
Whose little boy will be taught by
  ignorance and ***** that he must be like
  the father of his brother of his brother
  of name and of wealth
Whose little son will grow into the monster
    of the illusion of being a man
Means taking whatever he wants
   whenever he can
Whose little monster will be left to wander
  and stray
    So far far away
     From the days of being
      A monster was only
        pretending and play
I sit and I sip coffee of sugar and cream
  And I wish and I pray that this was all
   A bad dream
But I cannot refuse or deny it
All this horrible horrible noise
Among the children laughing
With naive painted grins
I shudder inside of thoughts of their
                                       innocence gone
I tremble to know of futures of
                                        terrible wrongs
Whose will grow into murders of racism
  and hate
Whose will find themselves victims of ****
Whose will find themselves innocent
  locked behind bars awaiting death row
Who will turn into monster and beast
Who will turn into hero and friend
Whose little boy
Whose little girl
Will brave the road and pave the way
  To a future of endless
               Innocent days
It cannot be a day too soon
Let us hope it is not a day
                  Too late...