Mr. J. Medeiros & Tara Ellis
Mr. J. Medeiros
Mr. J. Medeiros
Mr. J. Medeiros
Mr. J. Medeiros
Mr. J. Medeiros & Tara Ellis
Mr. J. Medeiros
Mr. J. Medeiros & Tara Ellis
Mr. J. Medeiros
Mr. J. Medeiros & Tara Ellis
Mr. J. Medeiros
Mr. J. Medeiros & Tara Ellis
How is it possible to hate someone you never met
In waiting rooms of hospitals
A babies soon to measure his worth
When through the door
He feels no warmth of his fathers hand
And earth becomes the floor he learns to crawl on
Till an honest man is upright
He hug tight to insecurity
The fear of being vulnerable steers him from his purity
And runs him from the only place within
That knew his proper name
The secret space he lived inside he grew
Until the doctor came
And smacked him till he started breathing
Crash, into the art of reason
Laughing is an act of treason
Blasphemy to start believing
And after he has had his season marked
By every heartless lesion
Hardened by his Eden
In his garden he will starve this evening
Mothers I see our struggle
Fathers I hear our trouble
Brothers we will recover
Sisters we all need each other
Mothers I see our struggle
Fathers I hear our trouble
Brothers we will recover
Sisters we all need each other
Love, with out it we just skin and bones
Love, we crowd it with the things we own
Love, we doubt it till we bring it home
Love, we shout it till the kingdoms known, sing it now
Love, what the powers that be try to keep us from
Love, in the hour of need when you feel alone
Love, to shower the seeds till we see them grown
Love, I’m out on me knees until we see it shown
Mothers I see our struggle
Fathers I hear our trouble
Brothers we will recover
Sisters we all need each other
Mothers I see our struggle
Fathers I hear our trouble
Brothers we will recover
Sisters we all need each other
I take a moment of his time
To hold him and give mind
To all he relives
Find the hole he re-digs
Bind his soul to a thick line
The safety behind it
The stone would have hit
Eyes don’t know where to find it
When drawn in sand
A psalm to man emptying every palm as hands
Are balled into fits as they call to accuse
But they fall from the list
That they’ve drawn from the news
And we all hypocrites if we saw what we choose
Over life, over love, over dawn, over You
And they ask what He’s building and why does He bother
A map for us children to find our own Father
Mothers I see our struggle
Fathers I hear our trouble
Brothers we will recover
Sisters we all need each other
Children was written by Mr. J. Medeiros.
Children was produced by Stro Elliot.
Mr. J. Medeiros released Children on Sat May 09 2009.