Why I Write
I’m writing like God put this pen and
paper in my hand
Opening my mind to lyrics
I can’t even understand
I’m writing for the earthquake that
occurred in Japan
I’m writing for the hunger and
starvation in Sudan
I’m writing for the girl that doesnt
know where to start
cuz every boy that she’s been with left her
with a broken heart
I’m writing for the blessed ones
I’m writing for the cursed
I’m writing like Charles Dickens
for the best of times and the worst
Why does wrong look right?
Why does right look wrong?
Why can’t people pay attention
to the words in a song?
I’m writing for the truth that was
there all along
I’m writing from morning
to noon until dawn.
I’m writing for the single mother
who’s crying ‘til she bleeds
cuz she just lost her job
and there is no money to feed…her seeds
I’m down on both knees begging my creator please
cure the disease and bless others to believe