Subject: Beauty

We are allowed to write song's like this?
wow... i admire the bravery and honesty. But i think this song is not only dedicated to any One person in particular. It's not for us to point fingers at others or shake our heads. It is also talking to us. Asking...

Have we grew too numb till we forgot?

Honestly...
What do we DO when we read about/ see homeless people on the street?
Who do we PRAY for before we go to sleep?
Do we even pray anymore?
Do we really, truely care about them like they were our own mothers, sisters, granparents or children?



Dear Mr. President"(feat. Indigo Girls)

Lyrics:

Dear Mr. President
Come take a walk with me
Let's pretend we're just two people and
You're not better than me
I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
What do you feel when you look in the mirror
Are you proud

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye
And tell me why

Dear Mr. President
Were you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
Are you a lonely boy
How can you say
No child is left behind
We're not dumb and we're not blind
They're all sitting in your cells
While you pave the road to hell

What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
How do you walk with your head held high
Can you even look me in the eye

Let me tell you bout hard work
Minimum wage with a baby on the way
Let me tell you bout hard work
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
Let me tell you bout hard work
Building a bed out of a cardboard box
Let me tell you bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
You don't know nothing bout hard work
Hard work
Hard work
Oh

How do you sleep at night
How do you walk with your head held high
Dear Mr. President
You'd never take a walk with me
Would you

I dont need to put up pictures here to show you what the artist is talking about, cos im almost certain that most of us already have those images imprinted somewhere at the back of our minds.

"When i can put my head down on my pillow at night, and truely say that i've been a decent person today, THAT is beauty." ~Drew Barrymoore~