First thing you see on the evening news Mama cries in a sea of camera crews She pleas for justice but we just stop and stare. We could do so much better if we tried to care. Mama's back to work after a week to grieve. She can't help but wear her broken heart on her sleeve. She breaks down and says "I need more time." Boss says "sorry. There's the unemployment line." We don't need to change the world. We just need to change our minds. We'll see things in a different light when we pull back the curtains and blinds. If we remember how to listen to what people say, Maybe we can find our way back to better days
I have been smoking outside In this cold harsh winter's night Thinking about the lies That I have said to get you by my side, All these plans that I had made Is now full of regrets As the cigarette burns away It reminds me of how you walked away I swear I will change, I will change for good If you give me one last chance So, darling don't think twice And fall for me one more time
Whatever song you'll hum while you drive is like a rhapsody to my heart. we'd have our fingers interlaced and our hair feeling the caress of midnight breeze as we speed at the highway looking our way to forever. -Ikigai Poet