I Get Out

 

Respect

Is just a minimum

You might win some

but you just lost one

Forgive them Father

for they know not

You think our lives are cheap

I get out

Who made up these rules I say

Every ghetto every city

That thing

Respect is just a minimum

What if

Arne Duncan was right?

Adam lives in theory

Forgive them father

Nothing even matters

Chapter 2

Then, all of a sudden, you hear your song again, of all places, radiating from the ground beneath your feet. Can it be that just like Dorothy, you have had the power to go home all along. Maybe you needed to help the brainless, the heartless and the fraidy cats of the world find their way too. Its been a long strange trip but its time to go home.

You dig with all your worth. As you excavate all manner of precious substances are revealed. Gold and diamonds fly into the air with every blow. But it matters not because the song beneath it all is not yet revealed.

The song, your song, that song that brought you to this place, the song that you wondered if you would ever hear again, was here to take you further along your journey, maybe even to the place that you belong.

Beginning as a whisper, it gets stronger with each passing day, hour and minute. It radiates until the vibrations rattle the core of your very essence.

But how can it be that no one else hears. Surely they hear it too but simply do not understand or simply seek to deceive you into ignoring it.

I gotta find peace of mind

This was arrived independent of this but since the copyright po po's got the original I think I will leave it in.

Life is a big circle, and only a day late.

I find it hard to say

So much things to say

I get out

I gotta find peace of mind