Monday, February 28, 2005

Living on the Street

I could be
living on the street
searching for something to eat
someone else's Nikes on my feet

I could be
sitting on a throne
with a kingdom all my own
living with crowns of gold and walls of stone

I could be
working at the plant
feeling like an army ant
"I'd love to quit but I just can't"

I could be
living in the hills
making money just for thrills
never sweating any social ills

I could be
running for my life
or crying for my dying wife
with both eyes on the reaper's knife

I could be
sitting in a class
barely caring if I pass
at night I'm drinking and I'm smoking grass

I could be
heading off to war
never been this scared before
someone tell me what I'm fighting for

I should be
thanking god above
I should be spreading peace and love
there's so much I'm undeserving of