When I listen
to the voices of the rocks
crunched beneath my feet
I find I can't move
because those voices are so sad
And I'm paralyzed
with guilt
(poor rocks)
When I finally take the time
to see the people who pass by
on the streets
on the rooftops
bookstores
and stages
of all sorts
I find
I'm paralyzed
- because I took the time to see -
(FOR ONCE)
That everyone seems to be fighting
back tears - fighting back
rage - fighting back the
urge to strike the concrete
with their fists until they
break - fighting back the
flood - fighting back
fighting back
fighting back