My mind has been caged for so long,
my soul longing to escape it's grip,
my ribs are breaking open,
my heart will never quit.

My lungs have found the air again,
my bones no longer stiff,
my muscles have begun to stretch,
my fingers are fully equipped.

My words begin to flow again,
like rain clouds breaking the drought,
i'll dance in the thunderstorm of emotion,
as my thoughts come pouring out.

No running water,
just the sweat on children's backs,
they cling to her leg,
disease clouding the air,
they breathe in the heat,
and they sleep in fear.

Five hours they travel,
empty hospital beds await,
she fights for his life,
a seven year old boy,
he still laughs at her stories,
he begins to call her 'momma',
he knows she'll visit again in the morning.

You're out of reach,
how can I find you again?

I drowned my pages in letters and words,
under trees found behind museums hidden in parks,
near rocks, under stars that were hidden by daylight,
in a touch shared by lovers holding hands in sight,
through flower gardens and wings of birds taking flight.

I drowned my pages in letters and words,
in sleepless nights and twisted lullabies,
on strangers faces as they stroll down the street,
crunched up and thrown out on old receipts,
under the blazing sun in the summer heat.

And so New York made me a coffee drinker,
so that I wouldn't miss a step,
looking for letters and words to drown my pages in,
losing sleep from thoughts that need to be written,
over people who have hurt me and need to be forgotten,
and others who are loving and always have been genuine.

I left New York to travel the world,
gain a better sense of myself,
change those around me.

I left New York to make a difference,
help the sad and lonely,
spread love, show forgiveness.

I left New York selfishly,
to follow my dreams,
make them reality.

I left New York,
my coffee now cold,
next to my heart,
I miss my home.

He kissed the ocean's surface,
sent his love right out to sea,
because his lover left him
in the heart of Italy.

He's staring at me with his little black eyes,
trying to see all that he can see.
Why can't we live in the same place,
you've given me love,
you've given me shelter,
you've fed me well,
why can't we be together?
Why am I blue when you are white,
you look like my mother her eyes were cold as ice.
Her eyes were cold as ice, but inside she had melted,
her warmth left me filled with hope when we were forcibly parted.
It is dark in this room but we sit and we stare we see each other,
looks don't matter,
so why can't we be together?

I reply to those eyes, "you and me, Little Blue, you and me forever."