What is scorn but a broken back that has to lift the world?
An arrow bent, scraping through the air never to hits it's target?
I am one, but a crying soul to lift above my shoulders what my back could not.
                    What is love to bring us peace?
           Is it the toil tossed beneath our feet, trampled and torn?
Or does it live here within us, ready to swell and overflow to the empty spaces that lay void?
Bring me silence in the screeching night.
In the stillness I hear the earth wake and breathe.
I can feel the mountains shake as they stretch their rocks causing crashing avalanches of unwanted worry to the ground.
Let us break our ribs open to allow more room for love to rest inside.
Pack it in tightly, not letting any to spill out onto the floor and if it does spill,
let it overflow from our mouths and lips to each person we see.
Speaking truth and peace to each one for they are just like us.
                      
                        Lost in a unpredictable world.

Afraid of the drifting current that pushes us from one place to the next.
                        Consistency isn't consistent with me
and I want no part of conformity to live within me.
                        
                         I am a prayer.
                        
                         I am a song.
                
                         A dance and a battle cry.

I am a thousand trees never thirsty, for growth comes naturally and loneliness is just a disease and finally we found the cure:

To love yourself fully and completely and never look behind you.

For it is behind that haunts but the future welcomes.

So step boldly into the traveling circus of life that never stops running, and the freak show is the main attraction because freaks like you and me,

We're going to change the world.