| | "Homeless"
We dream of those people in mansions
As we curl up on park benches
Wondering where they go on vacations
As we close our eyelids
Giggling at those ridiculous rich words they must name their pets
Off in the distance we hear cars, trains, and jets.
Our moth-eaten clothes
Are a disgrace I suppose
We're peasants grasping for a dime
In a disintegrating world losing time
It's a greedy world unwilling to share
And God knows he's the only one that cares.
Sometimes there's shifting to black, a once blue sky
And sometimes there's heaving bodies as we cry
But if there's no descending of the black or gray
I know that no matter what we'll be okay.
Money has a limit
And love is infinite
And if we die cold, starving or ill
The way we feel about each other continues still
At least we know we weren't like them
Those who took away our way of living -- how grim.
No roof, no dinner, no car
Survival might still get us far
Your loving gaze is its own love letter
Your kisses make my heart feel better
From these I know that tax collectors don't own all our possessions
They'll never own our secrets, passion or confessions.
If our stomaches are empty, our bodies spent
No more left from the money we lent
No more dreams that haven't already drowned so deep
I know your arms will be around me when we drift off to long sleep.
Our eyes tell each other we both know it's true
That's there's nothing left either of us can do
And even when there's nothing left to say
And we die anyway
I know no matter what we'll be okay.
-2008- |
| | Posted 4/3/2009 12:32 AM - 10 Views - 2 eProps - 1 Comment
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