To speak to neighbor
To whistle
There are gardens left of the ruins
Once winter came she said we had nothing
And then we heard it speak
Out walking he said
I find a hand
Out walking she said
I saw a man find a hand
I turn to him
With my mother’s eyes
Those born when the magnolias died
Now that you’ve smiled
Jasmine is the story of a woman
Who walks the border
And died
In Los Angeles without a sound
A radio left singing her song
Static
So, we proceeded
To place ourselves
At old window sills
I don’t hate you, Tennessee
I just ask myself
If you know there’s another smile
right inside
just right outside
your old mason-dixon line
I just ask myself
if there will be birds
if there will be flowers
if you keep on voting
for oil and gas
I just ask myself
when the horror ends
i just ask myself
if u realize that
old dixie has always meant
aristocracy
and mostly poverty
Look at Memphis
where we died
Look yourself in the mind
How long can this go on
You feel wronged
You feel left behind
so you vote for war
so you vote white power
another human life
is a sacred thing
another being
is a sacred thing
a mandate for love
a mandate for peace
is a sacred thing
It’s hard to love in America
where it costs to live and it costs to die
it’s hard to speak about what’s inside
cause there’s a while lot of fear and
a whole lot of rot
and a whole lot of dreams
have not bloomed at all
but that doesn’t mean
that it’s the end of
u and me
let’s join hands
let’s understand ourselves again
it’s come time
