"Broken"
What happens to a broken soul?
Does it shrivel up and fade from existence?
Does it mend itself?
Maybe it just stays as it is.
Or does it work to better itself?
I, too, sing America
I am unique
They think I’m average
But I am different in everyway
Tomorrow I will laugh with all my friends
Nobody’ll care
Besides they are as different as I am
I, too, am American
"Ego"
What happens to big egos?
Do they expand like a thirsty sponge?
Do they shrivel up after criticism?
Maybe they just hide in their insecurities
Or do they erode over time like a rocky cliff pelted by waves?
"Shoes’ Moods"
What happens to a shoe, in a matter of a day?
Does it step in some gum?
Does it want to just run away?
Maybe it just sits and waits, for a new foot to fill its place.
Or does it long to run, free of stink?
"Potential Revealed"
I, too, sing America
I am pushed forward
forced to stand on trial before the jury
They judge with STONY HEARTS
But I turn my face away
Tomorrow the impartial judge will come
Nobody will judge recklessly or unjustly
Besides…they have never seen my true potential
I, too, am America
"Ignorance Festered"
What happens to defiant ignorance?
Does it boil over on a stove?
Or pop like a pimple in its prime,
—That spews puss over the skin?
Does it expand like a marshmallow in the microwave,
Spreading its presence to all known space?
Or torture as a poison,
Crushing life in its grasp.
Maybe it burns up,
Like charred meat on the grill.
Or does it ERUPT and spread its influence?
"Shine"
I, too, sing America
I am a small star among thousands,
Shining dimly,
They are brilliant stars,
Blocking out my small light
But I am special
Tomorrow my light will outshine
everyone else’s,
Nobody’ll question by existence
Besides, we all are bright
I, too, sing America

