Always raised her little hand in class, Chin up when someone made her laugh, Cheyenne age seven and a half, Left school with her drunken daddy. Israel, sweet faced and holy named, Punched his way to second grade fame, But I knew that he was not to blame, For the rage of the poor shook his momma, the rage of the poor shook his momma. And look at our young in all walks of life, Who suffer for actions of others before I try to find the energy to give peace and love Because because because, Someone gave me a jewel, And they polished it finely, Now I’m out in the world, And I see the struggles fore me, Now I give you this jewel, And I hope you’ll shine it nicely, Send it out in the world, And spread the love as you see. Comments (2)