Bududa Landslide IDP Camp: UgandaThe Red Cross, US Peace Corps and other local volunteers setting up tents provided by UNICEF for the IDPs from the Bududa landslide and nearby floods...
SURPRISEWe keep holding longer than others would
On to something we don’t even know ourselves
Always longing for a time we thought we could
We might as well throw it all back on the shelves
Books we’ve read over and over again
About lives we’ve never and will never live
Lying to ourselves about the good we never gave
And losing the fight when away from our den
Head on, we fly fast to the end, and for
No reason we find our eyes blinking dry
It’s not the crying that burns our future
The love is there but we are not
The journey’s faster than our slow demise, and
We can’t commit to the life we don’t know
So we have nothing to give but to ourselves
The selfishness that must be cherished
At night life is much more pure
Even when I lie awake and can not move
I know that our fear is there to soothe
A wound that has never had a cure
I told you to go away in your own tongue
Straining to hold on to my lonely sanity
Losing every last bit of air in my lungs
While staring at the air of your vanity
Head on, I fly fast to the end, and for
No reason I find my eyes blinking dry
It’s not crying that burns your future
The love is there but I am not
The journey’s faster than my slow demise, and
I can’t commit to the life I don’t know
So I have nothing to give but to myself
The selfishness that I must cherish
It’ll be a surprise when
It figures itself out
It’ll be a surprise when
The force is so blinding
The laws of this land
Will be strewn all about
The outstretched hands
Of a blind KO
A force of surprise
A surprise of force
You’ll wake with a smile
No matter how fast you’re going
You are the link that holds strong
Through the burning sights
You’ll be the last on standing
On the night you’re finally looked to
Finally looked to
Finally looked to
