Spitter spatter, you say what’s the matter
And I will tell you what’s wrong.
Sing a song of your greatest calamities,
Write me the melody and I’ll sing along.
You see I’m tired of people hiding their faces,
Puttin’ their sorrows in vases
Wrappin’ em up in cases
And other hidden places.
LIFE.
We’re alive, my friends, and with each passing day
Another opportunity passes away.
An opportunity to shine.
To love,
To show the Love from up above
To be real.
Because honestly, what’s the deal
With people runnin’ around like they’re wearing a crown
Rulin’ this town, they’re scufflin’ around.
I want to know your HEART.
I’ll sit you down; take off that crown.
I want your heart from the start.
I want to hear your passion
Tell me in any kind of fashion,
Make it short, but don’t skirt from the question.
I want to walk a mile in your shoes.
You can’t lose.
What do you want to do with your life?
How do you feel about
Strife? Does the pain of the world cut you like a
Knife? Striving for perfection is never the answer.
That realization crept upon me like a panther.
I want to tell you about it.
Let’s exchange stories,
Stories upon stories
Sharing life together,
The greats and the gories, we are so BLESSED
To be here together whether
Or not we realize it, our
Life is a feather.
Tonight we sleep and another day passes
A day of beauty in glorious masses
Moment upon moment,
If you would put on your glasses
You could SEE.
That life is too precious to hide your sorrows in a box
Keepin’ em’ up with little special locks
And with every tick tocks, tears are shed
From someone around the world mourning the dead
Sorrow and beauty in the same passing hour
Have you ever really thought of all of that power?
All of us laugh and all of us cry.
This remains true through the day that we die.
I wanted to write this poem so that in the end
We could share life together, as I call you my friend.
