Its beauty does not surpass the ugliness,
when a man says to another this is mine
without ever recognizing effort is progress
rather instead he’d choose to undermine.
I do walk outside my door everyday free
in my country, in my state of mind, in my
ability to recognize this is all about me.
I haven’t any need to ever really ask why.
Oh I do read about you in the news everyday
and I care a lot, listen to those around me
when in the midst of tangible reason I can say
there ought to be change, we all need to be free.
Yet at the end of the day, when everyone is resting
My world is certain, less caught up in the arresting.