We can travel to the badlands  
Sleep on the barren earth
Hold hands
Watch the sunset fall over this place of nothing
Deep grey boulders and oversized hearts beating
This flat, cracked floor
This place of earth unfed
Badlands give life to nothing
The sun like a lamp focused on our skin
Slowly begin to look like this cracked floor
We feel so unfed
These badlands give life to nothing
Still, they take life from everything

You don't have to fear death
We are everything that was
And everything that will be
That's the way it's always been
And the way it always will be

Small tank, stale water
I keep hitting the glass
Wondering if it will someday stretch and break  
Still wondering if this glass will someday stretch and break
I can't leave, can't breathe outside this glass
Glass box here to keep me safe, alive
Made this way
Think outside the box you're put in
Guarantee you'll stop breathing out there
I was comfortable in this tank
Finding myself smile at the ease of not questioning this glass
The ease of staying in this box

Maybe I'll stay here
No more running into glass
Just keep smiling

We suffer, from the forgetfulness of fish

I smile for the day,
When any two people walk down the street and everyone smiles
For they have found love, a rare occurrence
I smile for the day,
When race is nothing more than a crayon in the colouring box of life
And we learn to appreciate people, not pigment
I smile for the day,
When no person fears whether or not they will have food to eat,
clothes to wear, or a bed to sleep in
I smile for the day,
When money stops ruling our minds,
And we sit down and give thought to what happiness truly is
I smile for the day,
When people start living for themselves,
And not to please others
I smile for the day,
When we forget to pass judgement on everyone we see,
For it serves no purpose
I smile for the day,
When we all become truly proud of ourselves
Not what we look like,
How much money we have,
Or our social standing,
But truly proud of who we are

Grasping for a life I don't know I can have
Screaming towards deaf ears
Crying under heavy sheets
Hating everything this place stands for
The incessant beat of hating hearts
Permanent closing of loving eyes
Wasting away
I want to run
Never look back
Break at the seams
And never stop running

A vacant room of dark spaces,
where furniture once lay
An empty lot of trash and cracked concrete
Where weeds take root with hopes of becoming trees
And cobwebs span for miles
Worn wind chimes still glisten in sun
Papers of bad handwriting fly with the wind
This place left unoccupied for so much time
Small lives make home in the walls,
While this home settles further beneath dirt
This place reminds me of our forgetfulness, our need to not rebuild
As a place turns old we leave it behind,
never to fix again,
never to feel loved again
Weeping floorboards
Walls crying tears of yellow paint
Roof caving in feeling hollow
Abandoned places
Forgotten
Always forgotten

If you would have asked me yesterday
I would say
4 beautiful kids, that's what I want
now if you ask me today
the answer may have changed

come home with a blue eye covered in black
went to the sleepover with long hair,
comes home with a chopped mess
as he walks down the hallway and his books hit the floor
or the giggles behind her back echo while she sleeps
when they come home crying, what do I say?

the world is nasty, and sometimes it hurts
even when you have all the love in your heart,
you will still get hurt
no matter how kind you are,
people will be incredibly unkind to you
some people will try to steal your happiness
and some people may succeed
and when they do remember this

the world is beautiful, sometimes it hurts,
but you have so much love in your heart
no one can ever take that away
you are so incredibly kind
it radiates further than those who are unkind to you
no one can ever steal your happiness,
as long as you remember this

so if you ask me now,
I would say
I want 4 beautiful kids,
I know that's what I want