Im so tired

of wanting change and not seeing the dream

Like Martin Luther King

walking and treading the streets

pleading to see racism cease

Im so tired

of asking the skies to rain justice on this life i live

rise up and linger peace over me

like a mommas arms to a lost kid

i found myself asking....

where does my help truly come ?

when do i get to run where the grass is greener?

why cant i learn to play in the sun?

where warm beams of light embrace my skin

reflecting sweet serendipity

sweet sweet serendipity

does the change begin in me

am i the master of my own defeat

the key to truly feel alive

to truly feel revived

to be a resurrected soul from a state of war zone.