One time I saw a boy,
with a bright smile,
walking down aisle four.

He reached out to me,
and said hello,
as I reached for a cantaloupe.

His mother talked to me,
said he was an angel,
was always nice to every stranger.

That boy,
he made me smile,
as he ran down the aisle.

A few year pass,
and I'm at a cafe,
wasting my life away.

You hear about hate,
and how strong it can be.
It's something I don't believe in.

But hate found that boy,
and tore him right down.
Saw his face in the Sunday paper.

They heckled him to death,
till he could no longer take it,
thought his life would be better if it was taken.

Cause when life is a weight on your shoulders and you're ready to break,
you think about giving in.
And when life is a burden and you feel like a mistake,
it's easier to quit rather than living it.

One time I saw a boy,
with a bright smile,
walking down aisle four.

Life is like
a can opener;
only if you use it
to it's full extent
can you truly enjoy it.

If it's left on the shelf,
it's experience is minute.
However, in a world of
Campbell oceans and corn mountains,
the world needs explorers.

There is diversity in the world
of canned creatures.
But without a can opener,
the baby can breathe no air,
feel no warmth.

Without a can opener,
we have no life,
no blowin' leaves in the wind,
no gazing into a lover's eyes,
no moonlight to dance in your mind

Breaking barriers,
beyond the brain.
A mindless mind,
is a foolish game.

Beyond the brains waves,
a smile saved.
Mother Nature grins,
we have sinned.

The chainsaws growl,
a horrific song.
Teeth tear into wood,
this feels so wrong.

Looking at a forest,
and seeing a profit.
As Frost once told,
"Nature's first green is gold."

The minds behind the mindless,
that chop, cut, and ****.
Corrupt money makers,
bending the workers will.

Will we ever yield,
turning forest into stumpy field?
Or does money dictate the mind?
Only time can tell.