I feel like I am lost,
no longer in the race,
just a state of constant free-fall,
tumbling through space.

No sense of where I'm heading,
even less of where I've been.
I must be just about,
the saddest thing you've ever seen.

At this stage of my life,
I was supposed to have it made,
but everythings falling apart,
no foundations ever laid.

So I sit and stare and look around,
at the pieces strewn nearby,
and wonder why it feels like,
my whole life is just a lie.

It feels like a plan.
is the one thing that I lack,
along with passion and commitment,
to get me back on track.

But then self pity, my new best friend
comes along and sits right down
and I wonder why I bother
and once more I start to drown

The love the lives within my heart
for you is hard to find
and being kept apart from you
causes pain of the worst kind
if we both moved in similar circles
I really wouldn't mind
but is it fair of me to ask
that you leave all that behind

I know that what I'm asking
you to leave behind is tough
and compared to what you had before
this place will seem a little rough
so I ask in ways half heartedly
semi humorous, off the cuff
I would hate to end up losing you
because I alone was not enough

I find myself constantly torn
should I go or should I stay
and leave you amidst a better life
while I turn and walk away
to leave would be the noble thing
least to myself thats what I say
in a bid to regain self control
and keep my tears at bay

I wouldn't say that I was polished
if anything I'm kind of rough
and I cannot help but sometimes feel
I could never be enough

I know I can be charming
I do generosity not greed
But I have this nagging doubt
That I can't give you what you need

I know that I could love you
as good as any other man
But will love alone be just enough
to keep hold of your hand

I've seen the life you had before
the designer names and tags
and I know compared to you
I run around in rags

So its time for me to ask you,
please speak honest, true and free
can really say you'd give that up
to build a life with me?

It ok if you're uncertain
or if the answers no
it better that we know this now
so our ways we each can go

I wish you luck with everything
I really truly do
I hope that next time on this earth
I have enough for you

What makes me your enemy
is it the colour of my skin
the clothing of my people
or just the country I live in?

You do not even know me
don't know what I believe
but you revel in my childrens death
without leaving me to grieve

You came to liberate us
but you cant call this free
we get stopped and searched at roadblocks
by soldiers for your country

I understand you are scared
citizens of new Rome
but that does not, give you the right
to invade anothers home.

Especially as your reasoning
was a fabric made of lies
is it really any wonder
you're the ones we now despise?

You and I are different,
you have gotten that much right.
You have a democratic system
you can use to stop this fight.

You can call upon your government
citizens of new Rome
to end this forced invasion
and bring your soldiers home.

For although we are quite different
in how we look and how we speak
Neither of us want to die
there's common ground we seek

We share a common wish
for this war to end and cease
So we can raise our children
to live a dream of peace

I used to be a mother
'til my sons got took away
It is the greatest irony
I found out on this day

You see it was three years ago
I found out they won't be back,
they died together brothers
on the streets of old Iraq

So this day for me is different
and I know I'm not alone
I join a group of shattered moms
Who's children wont be home

But I know my sons they think of me
looking down from up above
and although I'll never get a card
I'll always have their love

So to all the moms out there I say
be your children young or old
Their love will far outlast
any card or gift you hold.

I know I'll see them when I die
then once more they'll take my hand
Until then, mothers old and new
love your children while you can.

The phrase "collateral damage"
is used so not to cause offense
to desensitize the public
'bout the ****** of innocents

We're spoonfed daily numbers
of those who won't come back
but for innocent civilians killed
we dont bother keeping track

Because they're "collateral damage"
a nameless faceless entity
so easy to ignore
if they don't look like you and me

But when the shoe is on the other foot
and our innocents get killed
we put pictures in the papers
and monuments we build

Have we really sunk so far
as not to comprehend
that "collateral damage" means people,
and that war just has to end.

I have everything a man could want
and yet nothing that I need
My possessions serve no purpose
than to demonstrate my greed

Should fire break out within my home
or flood waters start to rise
I could walk out empty handed
as of yet I have no prize

Some people have their treasures
that they'd collect from different rooms
But I have no things of value
nothing precious, no heirlooms

But to be with you quite honest
I'm not sure if its good or bad
Does it mean that I am lacking
something I've never had

Or does it mean that maybe
I don't worship gold and rings
and that the people in my life
are the most important things