I'm not a monk
I'm not a pastor
I don't call myself the savior
My name does not rhyme with self righteous behavior
But I try, Oh I try to be good
Decent in this world, but my palm stretches itself thin
Trying to collect all the pain and hatred in this world
In doing so I receive permanent scars.
I can not face the bars of this life
This life I desperately want to come home to
I will try oh, I will try to save you all
I may be foolish, hungry, and to idealistic, but for me this room seems white
I may be standing on a land mine, or a gold mine.
Each microcosm I pass I want their microcosm to explode with
Euphoria, Awakening, Enlightenment, and Healing when we meet
These will not be my last words that I speak
These are not the last things I am thinking
But in my heart you will see better days
And I will see oh, I will see you again
I talked to my Dad and I'm thinking about adopting when I grow up. Then we were having a discussion about the foster care system. The foster care system is extremely disfunctional, but I'm optimistic that there is hope. There will be good days like there will be bad days. There is no answer for everything and if you never think about giving these kids a chance then they will be given the worst care because everyone in their life doesnt care about them. It is not up to me to do anything, but as a part of society I feel obligated to help these children out and try to see what I can do to better their lives.