Hosting nights
Are making me feel alright
From the top of the city
I can see
What the future holds
For me
Hosting nights
Are making me feel alright
From the top of the city
I can see
What the future holds
For me
My own mistakes
Can own my future
And my past
But with one more moment
With one more attempt
I can be free
At last
We have to have a new
Way of being
Kind
Keeping a good state of mind
In these trying
Times
What is the structure
Of that that needs to fall
To be replaced
How the new
Comes when it is needed
Another day
Another way
Of seeing life
As it is
And as it could be
All I ever knew
Was to try and do some good
Help my brothers out
If I could
If there was a way
To relearn
How to be a human being
I would try today
And everyday
A day
Hot as it can be
Humid
As the barren sea
Today
And
Yesterday
Passion
Can carry us
When the legs fall
Limp
When the eyes
Begin
To feel heavy
With weariness
Passion
Can push us
Through
A focus
On the inward
Creates an egocentric
Review
By the hands that do
Not exist
Rather are calculated
From this
In the early hours
Of an Indiana morning
You can see the deer sun
Rising in the east
Over the fog of the
Mourning fields
In a hopeful gaze
I contemplate the day