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Small Kindness

by Englewood

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The hopeless sleep on cold streets. The heartless broadcast mean tweets. The good folks just trying to make their way Tiptoe between them every day. Sometimes overwhelmed by dark clouds, or frightened of riled up vicious crowds. But we can do something to stem the tide. We can do something to bridge the divide. With small kindness, kindness. You smile at a stranger, you hold open a door. You give a little something, and a little bit more. When somebody stumbles, you hold out a hand. You give someone your seat when it's hard for them to stand. You're doing something to stem the tide. You're doing something to bridge the divide. One small kindness at a time Turns into thousands by thousand times. Heal the world with kindness. Small kindness, kindness.
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Blinders 03:38
If I knew then what I think I know now, Would I have managed to move forward? I'm not sure how. If I could sit down and talk with my younger self My younger self would probably say, "I'll just sit here on the shelf". If I hadn't been wearing the blinders of youth, If I hadn't believed in my idealistic Truth, I might not have stepped forward to make my way. I might not have stood up to have my say. Maybe we need the blinders we wear To help us live our lives without being scared. Maybe we have the blinders we need So we can be brave enough to try to succeed. If I'd really understood the inevitable pain Of losing ones you love again and again Would I have covered up my heart with a fragile shell, And missed out on heaven to save myself from hell? Maybe we need the blinders we wear To help us live out our lives without being scared. Maybe we have the blinders we need So we can be brave enough to try to succeed. Maybe we need the blinders we wear To help us live out our lives without being scared. Maybe we have the blinders we need So we can be brave enough to succeed.
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Well I've been around a lot of the world, Travelling with my girl. We ate some food and drank some wine, And read some books and had a very fine time. Well I've been truly lucky to have my honey, To have a good job a save a little money. I treasure my friends and family, And now I'm figuring out what my next plan will be. Let me walk towards the world with an open mind, To learn from those who don't look like "my kind". Let me walk towards strangers with open ears, To learn their stories; to hear their fears. Let me walk towards the world with my arms open wide. When I meet up with someone let me walk by their side. Let me give all the love I can find in my heart. That's my prayer. I don't want to live behind a wall. I don't want to let my world grown small. I want to help spread some joy and light To make the most of a life that's just finite. I watch the sunset from my comfy chair. There's such a wide horizon out there. I watch a bird soar out of sight. I send my heart to follow it into the light. Let me walk towards the world with an open mind, To learn from those who don't look like "my kind". Let me walk towards strangers with open ears, To learn their stories; to hear their fears. Let me walk towards the world with my arms open wide. When I meet up with someone let me walk by their side. Let me give all the love I can find in my heart. That's my prayer. Let me walk towards the world with an open mind, To learn from those who don't look like "my kind". Let me walk towards strangers with open ears, To learn their stories; to hear their fears. Let me walk towards the world with my arms open wide. When I meet up with someone let me walk by their side. Let me give all the love I can find in my heart. That's my prayer.
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Anchor Me 02:43
Sometimes I feel like I'm sinking low, The sun somewhere above, but I'm far below, How deep can I sink -- I'm afraid -- I don't want to know. Sometimes I just want to sit around, Keeping it dark, wearing my thorny crown. Sometimes I just want to lie down on cold ground. But I need you to know I don't know what I need Except someone to reach for or to reach out to me. So please grab my hand and anchor me, the way you do when we float out on the sea. Anchor me. And in a desperate attempt to stay afloat I thrash around while the sea pours down my throat. I know an innocent bystander can get hit by a metaphorical thrashing hand. But I need you to know I don't know what I need Except someone to reach for or to reach out to me. So please grab my hand and anchor me, the way you do when we float out on the sea. And when I catch my breath, if I even can tell, I'll be full of remorse and sorry as hell, And weighted with guilt start to sink back beneath the waves into my shell. But I need you to know I don't know what I need Except someone to reach for or to reach out to me. So please grab my hand and anchor me, the way you do when we float out on the sea. I need you to know I don't know what I need Except someone to reach for or to reach out to me. So please grab my hand and anchor me, the way you do when we float out on the sea. Anchor me.
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Reborn 03:33
The sun is hot, the sand is warm. The ocean's calling, "Come and be reborn!" My pale white feet say it feels too cold. But my mind's made up, dive in, be bold! I close my eyes; I float along. I'm feeling light, I'm feeling strong. I'm not anchored to the old me. There's nothing like the joy of feeling free, to be.... Reborn... Reborn... Feeling free; feeling strong. With the wisdom of my years, And the soul born from my tears. There's so much joy in starting new. The freedom to choose what I want to do. I learn new things, I make new friends. I feel like I'm 20 years old again. The sun is hot, the sand is warm. The ocean's calling, "Come and be reborn!" My pale white feet say it feels too cold. But my mind's made up, dive in, be bold! Reborn... Reborn... Feeling free; feeling strong. With the wisdom of my years, And the soul born from my tears. Reborn... Reborn... Feeling free; feeling strong. With the wisdom of my years, And the soul born from my tears.
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Legacy 02:15
History will not forgive you. Your soul will burn if it outlives you. Lies and hate will be your legacy.... Children on the wing, Can you hear them sing? Can you hear them play? No, nor can I. Children all alone, Caged in metal "homes", Can you hear them cry? So can I. Mothers run to save their lives, Desperately work to survive, Travel miles and miles to be safe. Finally make it to the line, Cross it, made it, just in time! Thinking now she's saved her children's lives. Once upon a time this was a place to come, A refuge for the desperate and the poor. Once upon a time, a nation founded for asylum, But no more.... History will not forget Children caged in Texas tents, Families torn apart to serve a lie. History will not forgive Those who would not let them live. Lock them up then send them back to die! Once upon a time this was a place to come, A refuge for the desperate and the poor. Once upon a time, a nation founded for asylum, But no more.... Children on the wing, Can you hear them sing? Can you hear them play? No, nor can I. Children all alone, Caged in metal "homes", Can you hear them cry? So can I. History will not forgive you. Your soul will burn if it outlives you. Lies and hate will be your legacy....
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Just a Door 02:53
It’s Monday and it’s foggy and I’ve Finished all my coffee, and I Tried to fix the door that’s stuck, but All the things I tried had no luck. Drove out to the hardware store. They had no tools to fix my door. So I just bought a hammer and came home. It’s Tuesday and it’s time to go and Walk the dogs and feed the cats, and Clean the kennels and the cages, Giving lots of treats and pats. But when I leave I have to stop At yet another hardware shop To try to find a tool to fix that door. And now I think some more about That stubborn office door. How maybe it means something more; Maybe it’s a metaphor. But does it mean I’m stuck inside, Or does it mean I’m stuck outside. I don’t know. I cannot decide. It’s Wednesday and I don’t have time to Fix the door and so my friends, You’ll have to wait ‘til Thursday to find Out the way this story ends. So let’s relax and watch the baseball game Out in the sun and have a Hotdog and a beer and then go home. And now I think some more about That stubborn office door. How maybe it means something more; Maybe it’s a metaphor. But does it mean I’m stuck inside, Or does it mean I’m stuck outside. Who knows? I can’t decide. But it’s Thursday and the door is working Like a door is supposed to work. It opens when it’s supposed to open, Closes when it’s supposed to shut. I never did decide if there’s a Metaphor inside this project, But I do suspect it’s just a door. And just like life I can’t decide If there’s another meaning inside, Or if it’s all just a door. And just like life I can’t decide If there’s another meaning inside, Or if it’s…. just a door. Nothing more. Just a door.
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How do you keep your day on track When you wake up feeling under attack? How do you keep the world from driving you mad? How do you keep yourself together? How do you trudge through the nasty weather? How do you keep the world from turning you bad? How do you keep your own sanity When the world seems to be going stark, raving crazy? How do you keep an island of calm When you're watching over your shoulder for the next big bomb? Watching over your shoulder for the next big bomb! Hold your loved one's hand. Walk out on the land. Hold your pets and children close, Remember what you love the most, And band with each other. Stand with each other. How do you keep your mind from blowing up? How do you keep yourself from messing up? How do you keep the news From dragging you down? How do you keep a smile on your face, When you're worried about the whole human race? How do you keep the noise from beating you Into the ground? How do you keep your own sanity When the world seems to be going stark, raving crazy? How do you keep an island of calm When you're watching over your shoulder for the next big bomb? Watching over your shoulder for the next big bomb! Hold your loved one's hand. Walk out on the land. Hold your pets and children close, Remember what you love the most, And band with each other. Stand with each other. Band with each other. Stand with each other!
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Now I remember what I learned as a child, That the biggest bully is the weakest coward. I do remember that I learned this as a child, That the biggest, loudest bully Is the smallest, weakest coward. The one who yells the loudest is most afraid to hear, To listen to the pain of others, acknowledge his own fear. The one who can't feel strong without a weapon, without a gun, Must know somewhere in his heart that he's the weakest one. He's the weakest one. Now I remember what I learned as a child, That the biggest bully is the weakest coward. I do remember that I learned this as a child, That the biggest, loudest bully Is the smallest, weakest coward. The ones who cannot empathize with the victims of assault Must feel that somehow, someway they must have been at fault. What makes them cold enough to turn away the poor? What makes them too afraid to open up their doors? Open up their doors! Now I remember what I learned as a child, That the biggest bully is the weakest coward. Yeah, I do remember that I learned this as a child, That the biggest, loudest bully Is the smallest, weakest coward. And some who start as bullies can grow up into friends, Who open up their arms and hearts to others' pain. And some who start as bullies can learn how to be strong, While putting down their weapons, and sharing our sad sweet songs. Sharing sad sweet songs. Now I remember what I learned as a child, That the biggest bully is the weakest coward. I do remember that I learned this as a child, That the biggest, loudest bully Is the smallest, weakest coward. The biggest, loudest bully Is the smallest, weakest coward.
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Mooncake Fog 03:13
I can hear the birds and the hum of the traffic In the distance. I know that out there people rush to the dance Of their existence. While up here in my tree-house, cocooned by the hush of the clouds I can hear the poetry ringing out loud In the so rarely quiet Mooncake fog of my mind. I can turn off the news and the noise and the buzz of the phones, and I can tune my guitar to the sound of sweet bird song tones. And up here in my tree-house, cocooned by the hush of the clouds I can hear the poetry ringing out loud In the finally quiet Mooncake fog of my mind. I thank all of my guardian angels for holding me tight, And warm and well-fed and well-loved and keeping me safe in their golden sight. While up here in my tree-house, cocooned by the hush of the clouds I can hear the poetry ringing out loud In the blessedly quiet Mooncake fog of my mind, of my mind.

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released October 30, 2018

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