Good Mourning

Good Mourning

Good mourning reporting from the floor of the port with the sores on it

Blood from the sport of contorting

What’s important

Poured into the water for tours to soar on it

My home of cardboard stepped on by new Jordans

Imported from the poor and sold to the selfish

Cycles of centuries developing where this hell is

Searching for words how can I tell this

Truth of our living proof of the spell that’s

Got us willing to sell everything sacred

What’s a life worth if it ain’t making some paper

Maybe it can serve to remind you that you made it, maybe

It can turn your mind into a place that’s

Open and aligned with love

A little grace and a simple invitation to step out of the race

Build what we need to chill on the pace

A little space to stop, breathe and look into my face

Good Mourning

Donnie Adams

Good Mourning

Good mourning reporting from the floor of the port with the sores on it

Blood from the sport of contorting

What’s important

Poured into the water for tours to soar on it

My home of cardboard stepped on by new Jordans

Imported from the poor and sold to the selfish

Cycles of centuries developing where this hell is

Searching for words how can I tell this

Truth of our living proof of the spell that’s

Got us willing to sell everything sacred

What’s a life worth if it ain’t making some paper

Maybe it can serve to remind you that you made it, maybe

It can turn your mind into a place that’s

Open and aligned with love

A little grace and a simple invitation to step out of the race

Build what we need to chill on the pace

A little space to stop, breathe and look into my face

Good Mourning