Thoughts And Prayers

Strolling up on easy street, It couldn’t happen here

I’d better send an easy tweet with Thoughts and prayers

I think i’ll get a coffee,Think i’ll go downstairs 

But not before sending off  My thoughts and prayers

 

Thoughts and prayers, Thoughts and prayers

Staring blindly at your screens In your easy chairs

Sending thoughts….and prayers

 

This has triggered something,I gotta show I care

But I can’t think of anything But thoughts and prayers

just another bloodbath, life is so unfair

I won’t stop a shooter, but I’m sending

 thoughts….and prayers

 

Thoughts and prayers, Thoughts and prayers

Staring blindly at your screens In your easy chairs

Sending thoughts….and prayers

 

Now If your faith had legs you wouldn’t vote for millionaires

That won’t change the gun laws, But send their thoughts and prayers

 

No blood on MY hands, And got no Helping hand to lend

But I feel like a hero Because I pressed “send”

 

Thoughts and prayers, Thoughts and prayers

Staring blindly at your screens In your easy chairs

Sending thoughts….and prayers

 

I didn’t cause it        thoughts and prayers

I can’t control it        thoughts and prayers

And I can’t cure it.    thoughts and prayers

thoughts and prayers ad nauseam thoughts and prayers

 

Just sitting in my bubble, I was caught unaware

That things like this might happen

Here’s my thoughts and prayers

 

I gotta make excuses To show I really care

Sending off my useless Thoughts and prayers

 

Thoughts and prayers, Thoughts and prayers

Staring blindly at your screens In your easy chairs

Sending thoughts….and prayers

 

Then there are the victims, But They no longer care

They’d rather have their life back

Stead of your thoughts and prayers

Thoughts and prayers, Thoughts and prayers

Staring blindly at your screens In your easy chairs

Sending thoughts….and prayers

Written in July 2018 as a response to yet another mass shooting.

Out, Damned Spot!

 

Out, damned spot
You're all I see
My guilt, my shame
my misery

out damned spot
My hurt, my blame
Out, damned spot
you’ve stolen my name

No nod for me
No, Not even a blink
Nomasté for me
I drink, think, stink!
Out damned spot

Healer heal the healer
(Out damned spot)
Listen to the birds
(Out damned spot)
Feeler feel the feeler
(Out damned spot)

Don't listen to the words
Out damned spot
Spotlights out
Out damned spot
Spotlights out
Out damned spot

This song lyric was found in an old notebook. Not sure the date, but it is a universal feeling of guilt for something. Maybe something as innocent as chipping a plate and not telling, or something like making a decision that affects others.