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 troubled times it's 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 of 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

then be tied to it.

There is so much more.

I don't feel comfortable with the way my clothes fit.

I cant get used to my body's limits.

I got some fancy shoes to try and kick 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 go when I die.

...When I die.