Sitting out in the sun
It beats down and burns me, showering me with warm welcome
When there's so much still to be done
So many people with mouths to feed
In broken homes of foreign countries
Showered by a different sun, one more cruel and relentless
While I shut my eyes, a breeze
A baby cries, men on their knees
I could help but I'm not well
Trapped in myself while they're trapped in Hell
I turn on my stomach, the rays beat down
A woman sacrifices her crown
As her father beats her down
Her mother begs "love for her life"
I shut my eyes, forget the sounds
I'm on my porch, I bathe the sun
The sun beats down
There is so much to be done
A war is fought on foreign land
A land so far from the boards that cover this porch
Where sadness looms on every street
Fear a default
All unfamiliar to me
I take a drink let the water run, while people wait by a watering hole, to fill their stomachs with the liquid soul
That has been killed buried in rage
I watch the days, I feel the haze
I'm not at war, I do not know
The hunger, the pain, the rape, sorrow
Anguish of exiled time
I'm in a world thats only mine
Watching the sun beating down on my thigh
I have no worry
Just what is mine
My selfish, selfish wasted time
