Another beautiful, bright sunny day,
brilliant bright green leaves fill a tree.
There it was in that very same tree,
it was a person swinging in that beautiful tree.
Was it a him, a her, a they or them,
was it black, or Hispanic, or white.
Not that it really matters who was there,
what type of person is swinging in that beautiful tree.
See I shall let you know who is swinging in that beautiful tree,
even though it doesn't really matter, or shouldn't.
Will the person’s color or creed, make them,
make them less them or make them more them.
Shall you shed more or less tears, dependant,
dependant on there color, creed or culture.
I share this with you, not to make you,
make you wonder, sigh, or have an emotional explosion.
Although I do tell you to make you, well,
well to make you think, contrive or to contemplate.
These are not words meant to anger, incite a riot, or,
or to belittle the simpler of minds, see,
see that body swinging in that tree, it is,
it is not black, not Hispanic, not white, see
see these are not words , but hate, hatred towards all, because,
because there will never be a right answer, not
not for any question that has been asked, or raised, except,
except for the fact that all may rest easy, for,
for it is no gay or lesbian, no black or hispanic, no asian or white, for,
for that is me, yes me, just me swinging, in that beautiful tree,
that beautiful tree, on this beautiful day, now you,
you can rest easy, put your already stressed mind at ease, see, "sigh"
"sigh", for today, today, this day was my day to die.
The harmony of chaos gets lost
Like no strings on guitars
Yo pulse can be found in flames of true hearts
Out backdrops have no sounds, but there are
Destinations in our towns, our homes
And definition in our crowns
The trash is just a mask to cover up our past
So what you see is not what you get
But if you care, take a risk
To you it seems like a weird party
When happiness hits you, it’s magic
Two worlds colliding, what could be better
No need for music, just some beautiful color
Soft light piercing the darkness,
Just enough to know it’s there
Not enough to take the beauty of the dark away.
Who says you can’t find happiness in catastrophy
By the time this music is over,
Half the city’s going to think I did this
The song will no longer be remembered
Really what no one will ever know
I did start this. Shouldn’t have been caught cheating
If you were just a bit smaller
You would have fit perfectly through the door
Now I am forced to enjoy you
Enjoy your beauty right before the storm
Still not sure why I bought you
But there is one thing for certain
Tomorrow I will be out here again
As long as we both can weather the storm.