You aren't like the others,
they deserve much better,
you are not worthy.

They wear silk robes,
and other fancy clothes,
you are not worthy.

Under the hot sun,
you become no one,
you are not worthy.

Move the mud and sand,
and mix it all by hand,
you are not worthy.

Whips crack down on your backs,
you use the energy you lack,
to fight forward.
Moving blocks of sandstone,
you work together, die alone,
don't say a word.

You build for Pharaoh,
and because you know,
you are not worthy.

You migrated here for hope,
but all hope was lost,
when you were enslaved.

Whips crack down on your backs,
you use the energy you lack,
to fight forward.
Moving blocks of sandstone,
you work together, die alone,
don't say a word.

Whips crack and skin tears,
cries go unheard.
People walk by and stare,
men stand in herds.
Beat them till no one cares,
slaves have no worth.

We were given love in a season,
we loved each other without reason,
we lost ourselves in the crowd.

You took my hand and said to run,
the year had just begun.
When the leaves fall from the trees,
I want you to please,
remember me.

Words dripped from my mouth,
two free souls trapped in the same house,
the silence just got too loud.

April washed away dreams,
May brought on new beauty.
The world was never so clear,
till the day came,
Spring time was here.

We lost ourselves in love,
we could never get enough.
Shuffling through the crowd,
we became the same,
we got lost in love's game.

I'm a liar and a thief,
I feel no grief for the poor,
if I want, I'll spend some more,
just 'cause I can.

I'm blind and I'm numb,
I love to beat my drum of greed,
come here, let me plant a seed,
I'll manipulate your mind.

And you may ask why,
why would anyone listen to me?
Well friend, it's simple,
I have money.

I'm rude and inconsiderate,
Africans starve and wither away,
while I set here and shove my face,
with exotic pastries.

I'm deceitful and plain evil,
I love hearing the masses complain,
about how I don't share, I have no shame,
******* you measly peasants.

I most likely don't ****,
because I'm rich enough to not have too.
I'm also made of plastic,
being rich is ******* fantastic.

I'm the epitome of what you want to be,
rich, handsome, and some what happy.
But I'll never be happy enough,
because I can never have enough money.

I sit at home in giant rooms,
and eat money by the spoonful.
I love the way it gleams and shines,
under the chandelier in my dining room.

Best part of it all,
is the fact that I am free.
Free of taxes,
free of work,
free of everything.

So when you see me driving to the New York Stock Exchange,
bow before me,
kiss the floor please,
and don't forget to wave.

We set the standards for love too high.
Love has no standards,
no boundaries,
no prerequisites.
Love is more than an emotion,
to love is a lifestyle.
To love is not a choice.
It is an involuntary feeling.
It comes and goes as it pleases.
It can bring out the best in us,
and the worst.
Love can create,
love can destroy,
and love can ****.
We know nothing before love,
we are numb and blinded by the euphoria of false love.
It's not till you love when you realize this.
It is not till you love and lose,
that you realize,
you loved the person.
Not their eyes,
not their face,
not the memories you can't erase.
You loved the person,
the little things you didn't account for,
and you didn't care if they were perfect or not...

because they were perfect to you.

Are you going to the show?
They're playing jazz tonight down on Main Street.
If you're going, let me know.
We'll find a quiet place we can both meet.

I want to dance with you all night.
I want to sing and cheer until the morning.
I want to dance in the moonlight.
I want to do something so this night ain't boring.

Will you take my hand?
If you do I'll show you all around town.
I'm not the most handsome man,
but I'll show you the world if you come with me now.

We'll live a life we've only dreamed.
We'll spend the night living like never before.
We'll hold hands under the moon beams.
We won't stop until it is the morning.

This town is such a small place.
There's so many places I want to go.
So just let me know,
are you going to the show?

Get the girl,
don't let her slip away.
Let her love you,
kiss you,
hug you,
just don't let her get away.

She is the world,
the stars and the sun,
everything in one,
the only one who can get you to crack a grin on that cemented face of yours.

The moon comes out at night,
and shines glowing beams of light,
and it reflects in her beautiful eyes.

She can make you,
and she can break you,
but most importantly,
she will take you,
far, far away.
To places you've never known,
never seen,
and all in between.

But in the end,
she will break you.
Take your heart and tear it apart.
She will bring you to your knees,
have you begging please,
and in the moonlit night,
under a starry sky,
she will walk away.

And in this moment,
your heart will harden,
lock up,
and become stone.

She will make you feel broken,
an empty shell of a man,
when in reality,
she is the creator,
of a brand new soul.

When you shrivel up inside,
and feel like you're not alive,
remember the good times.

Remember the love,
the laughs,
the life you shared.
There are no words to describe the pain of heartbreak,
but one thing can describe it,
you are no longer a child.

Before you can truly love,
you must lose.

So go get the girl.
Love her,
kiss her,
hug her,
and when the time comes,
let her go.
Like a butterfly,
let her roam,
and always know,
she is the one who opened the doors to your heart,
and open your eyes to a world of love before you.

Have faith,
in what little you have left.
Have hope,
have dreams,
you are not dead yet.

Believe in time,
in patience,
in waiting.
It will surprise you,
how after all you do,
you are rewarded.

There is little to believe in on Earth,
for all we can believe in is not visible to the naked eye.
We can believe in each other,
in our fathers and mothers,
but that's about it.
The rest exists in a non-existent realm.

Now is it wrong to blindly believe in something we can't see?
Or is it noble, honorable,
to have faith in something we truly believe.

Are we fools,
for following a god?
Or are we fools,
for following nothing at all?
Or are we fools,
for questioning others faith?
Or lack thereof.
It really isn't our place.

We all dream,
we all believe,
in something.

Lose yourself in the faith that you have,
and then worry about finding your way out,
before you worry about,
others beliefs.