I’m ready. Want to come along? Settin’ out on a long trip to that place called Compassion.
Come along, to that place of passion with me. Leave all that intentionality.
Reroute from your nod and shoulder-shrug to a highway, no – a FREEway to tangible Love.
Complacency, have no place in me! Stop trying to invade my destiny.
You seep into the everyday. Like acid, slowly eat away at empathy and sacrifice,
God empty me of this crafty vice
That saps the oxygen from lungs, and soaks up light inside my eyes
Absorbs the voice inside my mouth and robs me of what love’s about
Til all I’m left with at the end of a day, The end of that year, the end of my life
Is me and my shallow thoughts of me, MY stuff, MY job, MY family
Compassion land is calling now and these seats are filling fast
Complacency, have no place in me; too many await me to act
Want to come along?