"Change" by Eric Wayne Flynn
Change, can you spare some?
I know I could...
but I don't give a buck anymore
No, not even a dime
I've donated enough trinkets, now I donate my time
My energy; a resource from the gods
So, go from off the island my son, swim out, get yourself a job
You can flip a burger, so as not to beg
I was down n out too, down to my very last leg
Hungry, so much, so I swallowed my pride
A big ol lump in my throat, sliding down, deep inside
To the core, where we all believe we are special, and inside we are
Outside; dirty looks, driving us; bruised and scarred
All of us wielding our knives, getting a slice out here in the West
A white picket fence, a big screen TV and a bulletproof vest
Whoring ourselves out, in the name of survival
As we proclaimeth God is dead, we give breath to the revival
The belief in something greater than I
I believe, I need to give belief another try
Call "it" what you must, what you think, I don't care
The sun, the father, Buddha, that RIPped guy on the cross with long hair
Some place, a channel to give my grace and thanks, a river to wash my soul, drying along the banks
This pretty picture of lies, a palette of red white and blue paints, surrounded by crooks, thieves and celebrities; sinners become saints
In this lost land of the "free"
All roads leading to the destination of "me"
This selfish world; all possess the will to power, due to our lack of love
This desirous, lustful cup, filleth from up above
This liquid, this gift of, I'm not quite sure
A change in me, my life enriched, possessing much less than before
Because after; we won't have a thing
Not one lil bit of this world
It remains, still.... the great giver spareth nothing