leave your love on the doorstep so I can take it with me to work

leave my heart at home because I'll be coming back to you.

All the hours I've spent working, I still feel so far away and can't wait to get home

Save the hugs and kisses for the day that question comes

and I'll save everything I've got for that beautiful day

Because ma'am you're the one because when I'm 202 I know I just can't get over you.

Leave a place on the bed so you can rest your weary heart

Leave my jacket on your shoulders so you can battle those cold winds

And take my spectacles, so you can see what I see when I look at you.

Leave our photos on the desk so they know how pretty we are.

Leave my clothes at your place because I know I belong

I belong to a wonderful woman and I can't stop loving you.

I'm on your side behind the frontlines

I'm still a mess and I guess I'm falling apart

When you have so much on your shoulders, it's really painful walking on knees

And for each and every step you're begging for strength to get up

But the weight just goes from one, two, four, eight, sixteens.

And it just seems so mean. So very mean.

I'm still filling gaps in my heart with smoke from a cigarette

So messed up when I can't help but keep breathin'

and realize that the smoke just stays and goes

Huffin', Puffin', Coughin'

What am I doin'

I'm still tired of the limitations I have from these wings

Been trying to find time to turn from wax to feathers

I just want to bring you closer to the sun.

Just want to see you look like you're having fun.

Sometimes, it just seems like I'm losing some of myself everyday. 

But after thinking about all these things; after smoking that cigarette, the wings made out of wax, and the weight on my shoulders all I can see is that

We're all slowly dying and I hope I'm still with you after I die.

Giving it Away

I've got some paper.

And I'm hoping that it is enough to trade for some food for my daughter. 

I did a mistake of not realizing how important this piece of paper was to the world. 

And here I am wishing I could trade it for happiness. 

I've got a pen.

I'm ready to write down what I think about the beautiful things all over the world and how everyone is so worked up on this paper. 

Here's to a one hundred dollar bill with a list of things this piece of paper can't be traded for. 

I've got a guitar. 

And I just want to cry out to those who feel the same way I do. It ain't easy. No, it ain't easy especially when your whole life your working for milk and eggs without being able to see some 'firsts' on your newborn baby girl. 

I've got a helmet. 

For the kids that are abducted to fight in an army. 

The use of paper for war, for power. 

I've got a translator.

The rich men and the rich women live a whole different world among us. 

Will there be equality in this class divided by the amount of money flowing in our pockets. 

I've got a heart. 

For I'll try, I'll try my best to help you. 

Because this is really what the world needs. 

And that is each other.