Keeping up
Is never easy
Making stride
Never a quick
Go
But never let up
Never let go
Keeping up
Is never easy
Making stride
Never a quick
Go
But never let up
Never let go
Holding hope
Holding patience
In a time
When waiting feels wasted
Yet to listen
When people scream
So angry
That I’m not sure
What it all means
But change happens
Not in a day
But in a lifetime
So I am holding
Hope
That we can do better
One day at a time
Heaven’s go
Where the land can’t
Above our heads
And way in the Woods
Where the winds
Can’t push through
That’s where heaven’s go
Religion in sound bite form
Looses something
From the depth
Of a northern light
To the quick selling
Famine
Plight
Not even good
Or alright
Express religion
In its cheapest form
Saving graces
Running all over the human
Race
From one to another
Just a word can redeem
What was once lost
But now back
In seen
On the town
Their is a place
To go
When the world grows
Weary in your eyes
When the sun rises
Feelings anew
Coffee in New York City
Is the best place to remember
That life is a continuum
Of the new and old
When the world looks back
To say thanks
For all you have grown
Sick shoes
Nothing new
On the road
Out of fuel
Hold on tight
As the fever passes through
Saturday sun
Fades to a Sunday moon
All comes up
And gone too soon
Days filled with autumn fall
Upon my eyes
Not one
But all
In a parking lot
West of town
Water falls
Straight down
Into the puddle
On the ground
Into the swells all around
Work it up
All night long
Make the late night goers
Hope in the up sale
Goes all the way up