Feel.

Rhythm in your body,
Not the kind that you dance to,
No,
The kind that makes you see.

Open your eyes,
Look at the world,

Feel the hum,
Feel the power,
Feel the helplessness,
Feel you’re feet underneath you,

Carrying you,
But where?

Feel and Look.
Understand.
See it, don’t just pass by it.

Who was that man,
The man on the sidewalk,
With a sign,
Begging for peace,
A piece of pleasantries.

He gave up power, for helplessness.

What you don’t know about the world,
Let it amaze you,
Let it scare you,
Let it show you who you are.

Feel the hum.
Feel it.
Run through your veins.

See that girl?
The one with the bags,
Bags full of clothes she’ll never value.
Does she know who she is?
Does she understand what you’re opening your eyes to?
Will she ever..

She feels powerful, but she’s helpless in her sheltered world.

Keep walking.

Feel the hum.
Feel the innocence.
Feel the injustice.
Feel your feet underneath you.

Carrying you,
But where?

Watch.
See that mother.
Her sunglasses cover so much.
But her baby,

He’ll understand one day.
She’ll wash the make-up away.
And he’ll understand.
Innocence, will see the injustice.

Stand up now.
Stand, and lead.
Feel your feet underneath you.

Carrying you.
Keep walking.

One day they’ll see.
One day they’ll lead.
Someday….