Children - Mr. J. Medeiros, Tara Ellis

How is it possible to hate someone you never met

In waiting rooms of hospitals

A babies soon to measure his worth

When through the door

He feels no warmth of his fathers hand

And earth becomes the floor he learns to crawl on

Till an honest man is upright

He hug tight to insecurity

The fear of being vulnerable steers him from his purity

And runs him from the only place within

That knew his proper name

The secret space he lived inside he grew

Until the doctor came

And smacked him till he started breathing

Crash, into the art of reason

Laughing is an act of treason

Blasphemy to start believing

And after he has had his season marked

By every heartless lesion

Hardened by his Eden

In his garden he will starve this evening

Mothers I see our struggle

Fathers I hear our trouble

Brothers we will recover

Sisters we all need each other

Mothers I see our struggle

Fathers I hear our trouble

Brothers we will recover

Sisters we all need each other

Love, with out it we just skin and bones

Love, we crowd it with the things we own

Love, we doubt it till we bring it home

Love, we shout it till the kingdoms known, sing it now

Love, what the powers that be try to keep us from

Love, in the hour of need when you feel alone

Love, to shower the seeds till we see them grown

Love, I’m out on me knees until we see it shown

Mothers I see our struggle

Fathers I hear our trouble

Brothers we will recover

Sisters we all need each other

Mothers I see our struggle

Fathers I hear our trouble

Brothers we will recover

Sisters we all need each other

I take a moment of his time

To hold him and give mind

To all he relives

Find the hole he re-digs

Bind his soul to a thick line

The safety behind it

The stone would have hit

Eyes don’t know where to find it

When drawn in sand

A psalm to man emptying every palm as hands

Are balled into fits as they call to accuse

But they fall from the list

That they’ve drawn from the news

And we all hypocrites if we saw what we choose

Over life, over love, over dawn, over You

And they ask what He’s building and why does He bother

A map for us children to find our own Father

Mothers I see our struggle

Fathers I hear our trouble

Brothers we will recover

Sisters we all need each other