September 7th, 2003

Failing Miserably

Jumper on the bridge alone
Someone caught in the traffic yells “Jump, I want to go home”
Home to his family, his kids and their mother
Yet if this jumper is not our brother
then we have failed miserably

There was a woman on the corner of Commonwealth Ave
yelling for help at the top of her lungs
I see her as drunken and ragged so I keep moving on
She is old and broken but she’s somebody’s daughter
Now I see how I have failed miserably

Boston is a nice town but I’m thinking about the south
Long brown hair and a pouting mouth
I don’t know a great deal but I know my cage is rattled
Such now that love and trust are funny feelings
Cause every rule is broken and buried where it lay
Still I’ll embrace all you have to offer and try not to fail miserably