You can access the crappy .wmv file for this song
here. No, that isn't me singing. I swear. Stop looking at me! :(
~Bad DreamI flip on the tv.
There's a homeless child with a crooked smile,
playing with crippled hands.
A heart so wide it bursts through his eyes,
dreams reflected in the bands.
Beggars and rats and trash and gnats don't get him down.And I wonder, how can this be happening?
If it were me, I'd be throat-deep in misery.
I denounce it as a bad dream, but a thought comes to me:
It takes a little suffering, to make a grin worthwhile.
He's thankful for such easy things.
I haven't been thankful in a while.
I denounce it as a bad dream, but it doesn't go away.
There he is again, on a dusty curb edge,
talking with a dying wench.
Some chatter and touch is all it takes,
to give her hope again.
Dirt and rain and fleas and pain don't get him down.And I wonder, how can this be happening?
If it were me, I'd be throat-deep in misery.
I denounce it as a bad dream, but a thought comes to me:
It takes a little suffering, to make a grin worthwhile.
His kindness is shared easily.
I've not shown kindness in a while.
I flip off the tv.
Suffering and emptiness are not neighbors.