This world that I live in is driving me crazy.
Walking down my street, it's like...hell is where I live in.
A teenage girl carrying a baby in her womb,
unable to stand under the weight of stress and intoxication.
A girl being raped down the alley by young men,
drugged from their senses by hopelessness...no future.
A man passes me by, his face a black mask
to the fear and depression that has taken him from within.
A rope hangs low to my side, a noose being tied by
a youth so desperately lost, life's just going too slow.
I stop for a minute and close my eyes... free my mind.
It's a desperate thing that this world is so blind.
6 billion people line my path, clouds hanging over,
not all, but enough for me to be appalled.
I continue on my way, not sure of what there'll be,
but sure it won't be something your kids should see.
Two men shouting out, over nothing much, but hell,
it's enough for a knife to the throat, now he's dead.
Police on the scene, not that they can intervene,
the human ego's too big to be disciplined for real.
A mob on the corner, getting larger as they tweet.
Ready to march for freedom, not knowing what it is.
I go on, my mind a haze of exhaustion from these realities,
My heart pounding heavily, in hope it's all a bad dream.
I stop for a minute and close my eyes...free my mind.
Now that to me is freedom. Inner peace and quiet,
A space for me to think what I want, when I want.
No to be told where to go, what to do or who to be.
That's freedom.
A man walks up to me, half naked, skin and bone.
He say's "please sir, a penny for a man who has no home?"
I bow my head and walk ahead, embarrassed... ashamed.
A kid runs up to me, barefoot and dirty, wanting no more than a smile or 'hello'.
A Mother on the path, caring for her newborn child with nothing more than love.
The minutes pass as days, strolling in this place called home,
If this is home, what is hell? I fear the thought.. it's all a dream!
But no, this is life, this is reality. There's no escaping, there's no waking up.
I stop for a minute and close my eyes... free my mind.
Now that to me is escaping from a battle zone.
A place for me to feel at ease, not worrying about reality,
not worrying about the problems that society creates.
I move forward, knowing the road still stretches way ahead.
Boys and girls lie ill to my right, suffering from curable disease.
Malaria and influenza, typhoid and tetanus, cholera and rabies
responsible for mass deaths... innocent lives we should have saved.
One block up I hear a bomb go off, US, Iraq... they're at it again.
A school of infants the victims again...does it matter who did it?
The kids are gone, their parents are broken, that's pain enough
to know you're both wrong. Battling in war ain't getting you to heaven.
I stop for a minute and close my eyes...free my mind.
For all of you who still worry... be brave and keep faith.
The world has lost its way, but tomorrow is another day.
You can't ever fail so long as you keep trying!
Be brave and keep faith...that's freedom.
