I wore my three piece suit
combed my hair back
after wearing my wrist watch.
I had my phone book ready
to go to the neighborhood telephone,
500 meters away.
In 5 minutes I shall reach.
Here I am, at the phone booth.
Phone book opened,
quarters and dimes ready
spinning the dial, number by number.*
Ringing...

No answer.
All you had to do is swipe your finger on a screen.

Maybe it's I who's selfish
because I never stayed, to find out if you ever called back

Where do I belong?
I know I don't belong here,
I know I don't belong there,
I feel like I don't belong anywhere.
Where do I belong?
I feel foreign on the ground I stand,
I feel no connection with this forsaken land,
I feel longing for a helping hand.
Where do I belong?
I belong in a place where justice is in the air,
love is in the hearts,
and everyone gets a fair share.
I know where I belong.*
The ground I stand on; is steady,
It is strong.
But oh how much we would gain
If only humans where more *humane.

If intentions could be seen by the naked eye

would thou judgements be spared or would they still simply pile.

If you're having a bad day,



Move on and pray.