A stolen childhood is irreplaceable

Lost in the fuzzy static of camcorders

I feel as if darkness is falling upon the world
A darkness that is not seen but felt
A pain that destroys peace
That hates love
Why are we so bound for destruction?

Every tree gone, every field mined for oil
Children buried under rubble
Do you feel the darkness there? Do you feel it now?

I have no words to describe this
Mother Earth is dying and so are we
While they sit in their towers
Endlessly counting
Blood money

i think we got it wrong
when we think of strong

for its not a mind
that thinks of me and mine

or controlled
by need or greed

its one thats gone inside
and dissolved all internal needs
and turns towards the world
with hearts and hands of kind

I used to ask so many questions,
hoping to uncover my past, her past, their past.

I was never as afraid as I should’ve been,
of the answers that had waited dormant
gathering dust in her mind

The more answers given to me, the less I wanted to know,

the more I wished I never knew,

the more I mourned the sins of his past

the more I allowed my questions to cease.

In her words, full of sharp honesty, reluctant to fulfill my requests,

my wide-eyed wonder died, making way for a quiet adult, burdened with the trauma of three generations.

Moon river
wider than a mile

I'm crossing you in style someday
(someday, day)

A dream maker (maker)

My heart (you heart) breaker

Wherever you're goin'

I'm goin' that way