Produce sensitivity in your heart.
Be sensitive with others
Be sensitive with yourself
Be sensitive to others pains
Be sensitive to others hurts
Be sensitive for everyone
Who has ever been lost
Be sensitive with each other
We hurt so easily
We could all use a little sensitivty
To help us get through

One day I woke up
And they called it being alive
And I took this gift for granted
So I cried
“Look at Mommy”, “Mommy” help me
But then I didn’t know
What’s a Mother? What’s a Mother?
A Mother is Hope

One day I opened up my eyes
I searched quickly what’s around me
I found Sisters, I found a Father
I found a family,
And a beautiful Mother too
What’s a Mother? What’s a Mother?
A Mother is the one who stood back and smiled as you grew

I found my Mother in memories
In the sand, snow, and sun
I found my Mother loving melodies
That in her mind goes unnamed
I found my Mother with open arms
Where she swore I didn’t deserve harm

I found my Mother where there were few
And I love my Mother,
And my Mother is you.

The morning sang to meadow-ed fields
mountains hummed the clouds far off,
skies went wildly blue
Strolling fragrantly in the cutting rows
lavender florets fell between dreaming toes
Scented mounds infused the path
provence, grosso, royal velvet, I chose
Woody stemmed grey, green, blue
bent breaking fragrance in the heated dew
Cabbage moths danced to singing bees
daydreaming
- I flew in lavandula breeze

My entire being all at once
completely swept away
tide turning sunk
me wholly drowning in
tears of joy

Did you ever hear about ******* Lil?
She lived in ******* town on ******* hill,
She had a ******* dog and a ******* cat,
They fought all night with a ******* rat.

She had ******* hair on her ******* head.
She had a ******* dress that was poppy red:
She wore a snowbird hat and sleigh-riding clothes,
On her coat she wore a crimson, ******* rose.

Big gold chariots on the Milky Way,
Snakes and elephants silver and gray.
Oh the ******* blues they make me sad,
Oh the ******* blues make me feel bad.

Lil went to a snow party one cold night,
And the way she sniffed was sure a fright.
There was Hophead Mag with ***** Slim,
Kankakee Liz and Yen Shee Jim.

There was Morphine Sue and the Poppy Face Kid,
Climbed up snow ladders and down they skid;
There was the Stepladder Kit, a good six feet,
And the Sleigh-riding Sister who were hard to beat.

Along in the morning about half past three
They were all lit up like a Christmas tree;
Lil got home and started for bed,
Took another sniff and it knocked her dead.

They laid her out in her ******* clothes:
She wore a snowbird hat with a crimson rose;
On her headstone you’ll find this refrain:
She died as she lived, sniffing *******

You wan't to survive a peace...You gotta become peace.