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My life is isolation
I couldn't find no consolation
Knowing what has brought me here
without you
All the taken, less the given
This life I’m makin’ no forgivin’
There’s no one here to blame but me
it’s true
Say you don’t like what I am sayin’
You won’t play the games I’m playin’
But every chance you get you
cut me down
With all your whinin’ and fussin’
Still you sit there and do nothin’
Clearly describing water while
I drown
You don’t seem to care one bit
You obviously “Don’t give a shit”
About your fellow man who could really
use a hand
All you do is hum and haw
Point out the apparent flow
A man without no land can’t
make a stand
It seems that anger and aggression
Has become the world’s obsession
Can’t help a fellow man find his
way home
You won’t be blind if you are kind
Help someone find peace of mind
Not leaving any one behind
and all alone
And if from the very start
You will open up your heart
No matter where you are you
will be home.
Tristan participates in Megaphone’s creative writing workshop at Onsite.
This spring Megaphone needs to raise $12,000 to keep the voices of the Downtown Eastside strong. Please show your support for our writing workshop programs by making a donation (through Hope in Shadows) here!
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