The Sunrise Over the Hill

I'm counting the cracks and I'm counting the seams I'm opening eyes with the things I'm teaching And I will never come to this When I woke up this morning I smelled bliss The sun peered in and I looked outside I looked a hummingbird right in her eye And she will never sing her song About how she fell from a nest built so strong I wrote a multi-volume narrative Containing reasons for the lives we live It corresponded with the things I've lost I've been frugal but I've paid the costs The aura from the city makes me eclectic Numerous buildings tall, symmetrical I've been to slums and I've seen the streets In tenant houses, kids have dirty feet Another politic's guilt, they still don't repent Our minds are controlled by the dollars and cents Breathing in what your body puts out In the soup line, there's always another mouth The trains arrive and the people go by The air was wet and the ground was dry Sometimes the hardest things will come At a point in life when your legs won't run Measuring signs all across the state Walking in patterns one can't calculate You have your beliefs but they start to abate You swear you love him, but you still hesitate Often service can be spread so thin Then why is it based on the color of skin? From time to time, I wish I painted To let the brush describe the me I hate Extensive details can be heard in my head It's just an excuse to not get out of the bed This is caused from a lack of motivation A supplement of a lack of sensation I will see you in the news I will see you in the news I will see you in the news I will see you in the news