There are millions and millions of people around
On my TV, walking my streets, making sounds
And I can walk with them I love them I need their love
There are others I have known as poor souls, sores exposed
The the run-of-the-mill, the destitute, and the cold
Sores exposed to the blisters and shards
Where really that kind of kindness is as far as the sun, the sun
The sun, the sun, run, run, run, run
I know a place, I've seen a face
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory
m-wainwirght

i've been watching the discovery channel a lot lately
discovery science, discovery health, and discovery times.
I saw horriblly burn victims goes through surgery
I saw cancer patients going through chemo
then I hear about people being sent to death camps.
It all seems a little mascatis after a while.
maybe deep inside I just want to stop feeling sorry for myself.

perhaps it worked too well. i can't stop thinking about them
i can't stop feeling sorry for them
I almost feel qulity.
qulity for the world's crimes.
so much ugliness.

then i went to see the fireworks at 4th of july
oh the beauty. the river was brilliant
and I wish I capature all these beauty in a box
but instead I can only take pictures.