What a day

Tired of the hunger I see on people's faces, tired of the animosity between the races, tired of corruption in high and low places, and bricks with money but no social graces. Tired of being judged for the style of my hair, the music that I listen and the clothes that I wear. Tired of life and death being sold as a pair and, politicians who keep saying they care. Maybe hoping for a change is a dream, maybe life aint as bad as it seems, but if dreaming is the best I can do then I'll be dreaming my whole life through.

What a day when war becomes a thing of the past, and peace we will have it at last, and life is finally worth its cost and whoa, whoa, whoa! What a day when men finally live what they teach and love aint just a concept we preach and blood no longer runs in the streets, whoa whoa whoa, what a day!

Tired of leaving church feeling like I've just been robbed; two hours of rambling not much mention of God. The richest man is the only one who does not have a job, a bunch of righteous freaks extorting words in a mob. Tired of baby mama, tired of baby daddy, chilling in the spot where the parents should be. Teenage mother saying "Leave my babies alone!" In 20 years that kid could be robbing my home! I got a vision of a whole other plane, where the spiritual can flourish again, I'm just-a-waiting for the fire to rain, bun down everything and start clean.

What a day when war becomes a thing of the past, and peace we will have it at last, and life is finally worth its cost and whoa, whoa whoa! What a day when men finally live what they teach, and love aint just a concept we preach, and blood no longer runs in the streets, whoa whoa whoa, what a day now! Oooo what a day now!

Maybe hoping for a change is a dream, maybe life isn't as bad as it seems, but if dreaming is the best I can do then I'll be dreaming my whole life through.

What a day when war becomes a thing of the past, and peace we will have it at last, and life is finally worth its cost and whoa, whoa whoa! When unity aint just a word in our vocabulary; I'll help you even where there aint nobody to see. You can believe it, believe in me! Whooooa!

What a day when war becomes a thing of the past, and peace we will have it at last, and life is finally worth its cost and whoa, whoa whoa! What a day when men finally live what they teach and love aint just a concept we preach and blood no longer runs in the streets, whoa whoa whoa, what a day now! Oooo what a day now! What a day, what a day, what a day...

-Tanya Stephens, "What A Day"

The words are so beautiful, you can even write it in paragraph form without losing its profundity. This is the song that surrounds me as I ride the bus and walk the streets.