Real people showing up in real rooms
Filled with real emotions
Not a Facebook news story
Not cheap news shared from a desktop
But real people
Real hearts and real concerns
Time to face the facts
People are not happy
And it is not for the reasons we see on the news
News
Keep your ear to the ground and you will hear
The hearts of the people
Not in tune with media
But in tune with each other
Preparing to change the future
The wandering heart
Is a stranger in a coat
A scarecrow vintage and old
Left me many years ago
The wandering heart knows no home
Roaming the land looking for those it knows
But rather unknown
This heart I have
The wandering heart is a shed in the forest
Unattended and porous
Moss strewn floors
To young hearts it has been abetted and undone
My wandering heart grows cold
Looking for light in a dark circle of a world
Revolving on hearts pumping
Focused on a world of skepticism and critique
My heart is growing cold
Fear will not overcome
Truth, hope, love
Can not come undone
Swat at the sun
Sit and suck your thumb
Hopes of fear
Small minds have
Truly will never overcome
A Cup of Songwriting 