Two hands covered in multi paint
sliding around the edges...

I have swallowed some harsh words
my lungs could not breathe...

At the end of the show
when all is said and done...

If I can't paint what my eyes see
write how I feel...

Their little hands
one day will be big...

I have prayed at some run down places
neighborhoods who were not safe...

I have a friend
that is way different from others...

Silence is often portrayed as pure gold
a chain necklace...

I am finally taking a stand
defending my side of the story...

I remember children running through the house
cats hiding under the couch...

We are living in a time
sociopaths are dangeriously growing...

My soul has an antenna
picking up bad vibrations...