There Is So Much More
Thursday, August 07, 2008
There Is So Much More
When I heard the news, my heart fell on the floor
I was on a plane on my way to Baltimore
In these trouble times its hard enough as it is
My soul has a known a better life than this
I wonder how so many can be in so much pain,
While others don't seem to feel a thing
Then I curse my whiteness and I get so damn depressed,
In a world with suffering, why should I be so blessed?
I heard about a women who lives in Colorado,
She built a monument of sorts behind the garage door
Where everyday she prays for all whom are born
And all whose souls have passed on
When I heard the news, my heart fell on the floor
I was on a plane on my way to Baltimore
In these trouble times its hard enough as it is
My soul has a known a better life than this
I wonder how so many can be in so much pain,
While others don't seem to feel a thing
Then I curse my whiteness and I get so damn depressed,
In a world with suffering, why should I be so blessed?
I heard about a women who lives in Colorado,
She built a monument of sorts behind the garage door
Where everyday she prays for all whom are born
And all whose souls have passed on
Sometimes my trouble gets so thick
I can't see how I'm gonna get through it
But then I'd rather be stuck up in a tree
Than be tied to it
There is so much more.
I don't feel comfortable with the way my clothes fit
I can't get used to my bodys limits
I got some fancy shoes to try and giggle away these blues
They cost a lot of money but they aren't worth a thing
I can't see how I'm gonna get through it
But then I'd rather be stuck up in a tree
Than be tied to it
There is so much more.
I don't feel comfortable with the way my clothes fit
I can't get used to my bodys limits
I got some fancy shoes to try and giggle away these blues
They cost a lot of money but they aren't worth a thing
I wanna free my feet from the broken glass and concrete
I need to get out of this city
Lay upon the ground stare a hole in the sky
Wondering where I'll go when I die
I need to get out of this city
Lay upon the ground stare a hole in the sky
Wondering where I'll go when I die
When I die.
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