In this world where we force the next living thing into a corner,
To go about their life as if there were no space
And then when the tables turn,
We turn on our own race!
Husband, wife and daughter,
Find not in their heart the love,
To break bread and drink water,
To love and be loved.
Every tiny space, thing and thought
Somehow we must OWN
Our companion for life somehow
Has no space in our own home.
Ask the one who has naught,
What they'd give to share some time
With a husband, friend or daughter
With any soul or passerby.
It is funny how we collect
People for our pleasure
A moment more than what's fore rationed
Is somehow a crime to share.
Time is spent on life's bling
And then easily on to the next big thing
I'm surprised we say the virus spreads like wildfire
When we're the ones that have brought upon us a state this Dire!
To go about their life as if there were no space
And then when the tables turn,
We turn on our own race!
Husband, wife and daughter,
Find not in their heart the love,
To break bread and drink water,
To love and be loved.
Every tiny space, thing and thought
Somehow we must OWN
Our companion for life somehow
Has no space in our own home.
Ask the one who has naught,
What they'd give to share some time
With a husband, friend or daughter
With any soul or passerby.
It is funny how we collect
People for our pleasure
A moment more than what's fore rationed
Is somehow a crime to share.
Time is spent on life's bling
And then easily on to the next big thing
I'm surprised we say the virus spreads like wildfire
When we're the ones that have brought upon us a state this Dire!
