Tonight the starving children are on my mind,
and how I carry on,
as if I'm blind.
The sorrow is not mine to bare,
so I carry on as if they aren't there.
I ***** and moan about a wounded heart,
how someone stole my dues today.
I stuff my mouth with beer and bread,
and a shallow laugh gongs from the hole in my head.
I know those kids are selfish too,
and want to live just like me and you-
so they eat leaves and stones and sticks that don't satisfy,
until they fade away on a dusty floor,
while their mothers cry until they are no more.
I think about the love I have lost,
now I walk on past while I count my costs.
Too much effort in my busy life,
for guilt trips that will wring me dry.
Its cosy here with my petty doings,
meaningless pursuits and incoherent spewing.
Jul 9, 2010
Jul 9, 2010 at 1:10 AM UTC
Tonight the starving children are on my mind,
and how I carry on,
as if I'm blind.
The sorrow is not mine to bare,
so I carry on as if they aren't there.
I ***** and moan about a wounded heart,
how someone stole my dues today.
I stuff my mouth with beer and bread,
and a shallow laugh gongs from the hole in my head.
I know those kids are selfish too,
and want to live just like me and you-
so they eat leaves and stones and sticks that don't satisfy,
until they fade away on a dusty floor,
while their mothers cry until they are no more.
I think about the love I have lost,
now I walk on past while I count my costs.
Too much effort in my busy life,
for guilt trips that will wring me dry.
Its cosy here with my petty doings,
meaningless pursuits and incoherent spewing.
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