There is so much more...

When I heard the news,my heart fell on the floor.
I was on a plane on my way to Baltimore.
In these troubled times it's hard enough as it is.
My soul has a known a better life than this.
I wonder how so many can be in so much pain,while others don't seem to feel a thing.
Then I curse my whiteness and I get so damn depressed.
In a world of suffering,why should I be so blessed?

I heard about a women who lives in Colorado.
She built a monoment of sorts behind the garage door,
where everyday she prays for all whom are born and all whose souls have passed on.

Sometimes my trouble gets so thick,I can't see how I'm gonna get through it.
But, then I'd rather be stuck up in a tree then be tied to it.

There is so much more.

I don't feel comfortable with the way my clothes fit.
I cant get used to my bodys limits.
I got some fancy shoes to try and kick away these blues.
They cost a lot of money but they arent worth a thing.
I wanna free my feet from the broken glass and concrete.
I need to get out of this city.
Lay apon the ground stare a hole in the sky,wondering where I go when I die......When I die.