I remember one young sister with rainbows in her eyes
Standing
You and I
We ought to try to face the fact
The
Lift me, won't you lift me above the old routine;
Make
It's hard enough to hear you
Express your sympathy
But it's harder
Like some nightbird homeward winging
He seeks that shelteredness
Like the sail
Waiting on tables while waiting on fame
In a city filled
Hard times, hand to mouth, down and out, all those
Hard
The just are seeking justice
The meek are reaching out
For something
My mama loves me, she's my best friend
I know my
When tempers flare to flame
When no one cares to listen
You've put these distances between us
You've built these walls, they're
When I left the world behind me
Retreating through the past
You