With cars all lined up and an American flag flying in the wind. I can't seem to tell anymore.
Home of the brave
Where the flag flys high and like Starbucks there is a church on every corner.
And yet we fear for our children to go to school
And religious freedom is only for a select few
Where we pull our personal devices out to shame and judge others in just a fraction of a second.
The Bible says when the Trump has sound you shall return and oh my god has he ever. Where are you in this mess?
This is not their problem or his problem or her problem it's our problem.
May the numbness fade
Stop whispering
We can't hear you
It must change
