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.