Social Justice
I am a mediocre economist by training
a poet painter artist by birth
I have to be honest when I tell you
your love makes me delirious
I’m smitten, I’m swooning, I’m sighing, I’m swaying to every letter when you say
social justice
social justice
social justice
social justice
I’m yours
tell me where to sign
where do we say I do
I want to circle the sacred fire seven times with you
Give me seven lives of your
social justice
social justice
social justice
social justice
and I promise love
a buss full children
a garden full of bees
flowers that sway in the breeze
as the wind, the children, and you
hum in my ears
social justice
social justice
social justice
social justice
Album: The Pedro Years