The feeling when you wake and still have no reason to continue
Feeling slothful and sad, anxious and slow
When my thoughts are stifled
And four walls seem smaller than before
I hate to feel like there is no point
Like it's all for naught
Like we might as well stop becuase we're all going nowhere
Where's the drive that we once had?
The get up and go
To the moon kind of feeling
That would dawn on us early dawn and never fade till dusk approached?
Poached, you might say, by the sad sad stories that newscasters share
The kind that make you want to wear black
And that make us all think that mourning in the morning is quite all right
Trampled, you might add
By the boots of enemy soldiers
Who refuse to allow what is equal and free
Ledgable and understood by all,
Peace
Peiced apart by the years of countless tears shed by children you may never know
Dissolved by the starvation endured by boys and girls across my nation, and beyond
But beyond what scares the world to death
And what breaks every heart in two
That which gives life no reason to continue
Is something stronger, greater, that which every one of us
Brown, yellow, white, red and even blue, at least once knew
The knowledge that we are not alone
All of us, yes, us, are simply drops in an ocean
An ocean you cannot escape, so embrace
And the knowledge that my tears are for you
And yours for me, this I know is true
And you who needs one reason
That one driving force to move and make and be
I'll tell you that the one greater, stronger, bigger thing
Is that you are that force for me.
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