outta space

To laugh often and much;
To win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children;
To earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends;
To appreciate beauty, to find the best in others;
To leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition;
To know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived.
This is to have succeeded.

Something
Is about to give
I can feel it coming
I think I know what it means


I'm not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to live
And when I'm flat on my back
I hope to feel like I did


And hardness
It sets in
You need some protection
The thinner the skin


I want you to know
That you don't need me anymore
I want you to know
You don't need anyone
Or anything at all


Who's to say where the wind will take you
Who's to say what it is will break you
I don't know
Which way the wind will blow


Who's to know when the time has come around
Don't want to see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye


It's summer, I can taste the salty sea
There's a kite blowing out of control on the breeze
I wonder what's gonna happen to you
You wonder what has happened to me


I'm a man
I'm not a child
A man who sees
The shadow behind your eyes


Who's to say where the wind will take you
Who's to say what it is will break you
I don't know
Where the wind will blow


Who's to know when the time has come around
I don't want to see you cry
I know that this is not goodbye

Everybody knows that the dice are loaded
Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed
Everybody knows that the war is over
Everybody knows the good guys lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, the rich get rich
That's how it goes
Everybody knows

.......leonard cohen

Four More Years!!!

Who mourns for the boy who was beaten,
Who mourns for the boy that was used,
Who mourns for the boy that will not say
how much he's been abused.


How could you know his suffering,
How could you know his pain?
He tried his best not to let you know
that his home life was insane

He's carried secrets long enough
Protected the guilty few
He longs to loose that shadow
that haunts him through and through

Who mourns for the child that was beaten,
and for who he is today?
Who else would mourn for this lost little child
but the man that he is today.


inspired by the film "Antwone Fisher"

10:03 on a Tuesday morning
in the fall of an American dream
a man is doing what he knows is right
on flight 93

Loved his mom and he loved his dad
loved his home and he loved his man
but on that bloody Tuesday morning
he died and American

Now you cannot change this
You can't erase this
You can't pretend this is not the truth

Even though he could not marry
Or teach your children in our schools
Because who he wants to love
Is breaking your God's rules

He stood up on a Tuesday Morning
In the terror he was brave
And he made his choice and without a doubt
A hundred lives he must have saved

And the things you might take for granted
Your inalienable rights
Some might choose to deny him
Even though he gave his life

Can you live with yourself in the land of the free
And make him less of a hero than the other three
Well it might begin to change ya
In a field in Pennsylvania

Stand up America
Hear the bell now as it tolls
Wake up America
It's Tuesday Morning Let's roll

by Melissa Etheridge - in Memory of Mark Bingham, An American Hero.
http://www.markbingham.org/