Friday, May 04, 2007

eyes of the poor

It seems there is always a reason to feel sad
An unquestionable streak of blue
And yet I am being held by you
Do you mind
If I just sit and cry
Maybe I will fall asleep in my tears
And dream
Of a happier world
A harmonized state
A loving place
To dwell
And take you with me
We can hold hands
In the fresh breeze
And not see the eyes of the poor
Because everyone is living
Healthy and alive
But instead I wake up to the sting of
My own tears
And this world of tragedy, greed and despair.