All of us

I am human / I am a man / Not a god

And when I get mad / I turn still and slow moving / like almost dry- like cement / and I lament for all / My suffering and any suffering I have caused / By my abnormalities and difficientcies /

I surrender and give thanks to the power

Of love / in my heart and in my head /

For it's not better to be dead than living /

Or just living for the flesh in bed /

I charish each day by giving back /

To the hopeless and restless / And reckless instead / The brave will tell you what they lack / and don't possess / It's better this way / than professing to be a billionaire / or how to marry a millionaire /

And cruise on yaught / a lot of furs and diamonds / So much for Marilyn / We only think of her image and not her pain /

Like a candle in the wind / the flame was turn off by the rain / All of us should know it / the wick has a short span of life /

And we're all in God's terrain |