I have nothing left in me

I have nothing left in me
But I walk the long way home to seize the day
ignore the news to fly away
from the chaos unfolding right before me, don’t wanna feel the burning tears of the marginalized groups seeking peace

I have nothing left in me
But my lips don’t quiver when I speak, the truth is facts no matter who, what, or how many times twisted it may be, so I stand confident in my skin knowing our history won’t tear me apart for doing the right thing

I have nothing left in me
But even on pins and needles my soul yearns for a plot twist, for the good part of history to repeat, for the good people in power to do the right thing, for we the people to rise, for the world to unite

I have nothing left in me
But inside I scream, holding on to a wish that the universe will hear my plead, and that of the people’s, and that of the rest of the world watching us in disbelief.

I really have nothing left in me
But I am fearless and angry enough to resist
And still I hope, still I dream, like Mr. King, that one day this nation will live out the true meaning of its creed.

And maybe then I’ll have more of me to give.