blue's as sick as he's ever been, so i'm glad i'm here to take him out often. he's got a bad habit of licking things that smell interesting to him, including things that make him sick. he's got it coming out both ends and just curls up into a ball when he's not. ah the joys of pet ownership.
i woke up at about 5:30 a.m. a couple of nights ago with a melody and song idea in my head. blame it on God or the spider bite, but i had to get up and write it. i finished it really quickly, let me know what you think.
orphans and widows
can't you hear them crying in africa
where they're starving and scraping just to have enough
where they're longing just to have necessities
that have never been a cause of concern for you and me
they've got orphans whose parents died from AIDS
they've got widows from the wars our diamonds made
things aren't much better in america
where we're slaves to pleasure and we just can't get enough
we've forgotten how to work and what it means to be a man
we're so consumed with status we lost our direction
we've got orphans whose parents never died
we've got widows whose husbands live a lie
and i see it almost every single day
a workaholic father can't push himself away
his drink of choice is the money that he makes
while his family suffers from the choices that he's made
when he gets home his orphans are all asleep
he wakes his widowed wife with a kiss on the cheek
so sell your mansion, sell your s.u.v.
work a 40 hour job and mend your family
have a meal at the table, all grab hands and pray
to thank God for what he's given you today
you can't push your camel through the eye of a needle
you've got to lose some baggage
