try to explain despite all the pleas, the hurt that the world creates,
but on countless occasions after trauma’s and invasions, i sometimes
think it’s not worth it, is it only me
I’m simple you see no flash suits or glee, but i fear the pain when i see the
strain, in the child that hides that smile, obvious to all with a heart you see,
i wonder is it only me
fear and pain that society creates in hearts that were once young and free,
sends waves of horrors roaring out of the great seas, it makes me wonder this great
waste, is it only me
i forget for a while till the next tsunami arrives when it’s fresh again in the mind,
the world goes into mourning worldwide then forgets when the disaster subsides,
perhaps it’s only me
so off i go to Tennessee till the next time i imagine till it starts over again,
when my hair goes grey my teeth yellow and and my heart begins to ache,
as i watch it happen all over again, is it only me!
No, it’s not only you.