where is the love?
On the bridge where the trains go running in the sun for the marathon
A young man asked me if death is guaranteed by a jump
I told him yeah and ran away then stopped in my track
Look back at this young dreadlock all dressed in black
I said yo! You ain’t gonna jump right?
He told me no, one word and my chest felt light
From this man whose heart was probably bleeding
That was all I needed, stilling my conscience not still in my conscious mind
That’s defeated by this cold city not literally cause it was June
Under the bright blue sky lied the darkest room
I haven’t thought about it much since
Partially because it didn’t make much sense
Or is it cause my brain wants to save my conscience
Nonsense, I’m just a cold hearted monster
Who lost the compassionate ability
Not blaming no one, just ashamed, but still it’s me