through car windows
it seems as if
everything is leaving us behind
but in
reality, we're the ones moving on
why does it feel like life is a song
that ends too early
a cup of coffee empty too soon
as the seasons change
the days get shorter
we've no choice but to be warriors
fighting ignorance
fighting idleness
fighting the procrastination inside of us
everytime is the time to make a change
every moment that passes is a moment too late
there is no "tomorrow", it's never certain
not when our brothers and sisters are hurting
there are people out there without a home
while most of us don't know what it's truly like to be alone
there are children without mothers, fathers, or friends
look at your hand, it was made for you to lend
to others, so why are we just sitting here
when we could be out there
these hands were made to repair
this heart was made to care
this mind was unaware
but now that it is, it's our duty to bear
those trials with our brothers and sisters
the load is lighter if you help her
these hands were made to repair
this heart was made to care
this mind is now aware
our blessings are meant to be shared