Its so hard to remember
In times like these
Where everything is fought and countered against
The unity is dismantling
As the earth is warm and dying
And ain't nothin' I know to do
But kindly keep fighting.

It weighs heavy on my soul
As if theres no way to cover it all
Perceptions coinciding
No way to keep remembering
The silver lighting.

Perhaps it use to feel so much simpler
I could count the sincere support I feel
On one hand
And it makes me wonder if I shoulda
Just kept my mouth closed
Made art in a tin can
Allowed my mission to be smaller
Quieter
Pretended like I meant less
I can count on one hand
The sincere support I feel.

And yet I still open my eyes
Awake early and go to bed late
Not making any money these days
Trying to stretch an umbrella out
All encompassing
Its so hard to be all encompassing
I could count the sincere support on one hand.

I'm sure I'm probably wrong about that
But my mind is so worn down
From all the diminishing
And counter hatred
The dying world
Is taking on.