With My First World Cross


Stubbed my toe on a chair

Sticking out at the dinner table

Bemoaned my luck a little
Really been that kinda day

 

For all of my suffering, though
I've never spent years
Living in a subway
Let alone a war torn country

 

For all the tears I've cried
I've never once died
Of starvation
Or lost my whole family

 

At times I've had it better than I do
Listen, it could be worse
I've had my burden but
With my first world cross

 

For all you're carrying
I could carry a little more
I could carry a bit of yours
How much would it hurt?..

 

This heart of mine's been broken
Wish she was still here
In prison with a memory 
Yet I still have some room to dream

For all the tears I've cried
I've never been put in a box
For saying just how I felt,
Not torn from every loved one

 

Our first world problems
Spiral out of control
On the television
And in the twitterverse

 

We kill ourselves and each other
Over sexual orientation
Or party affiliation
What of all the people trying not to die of starvation
We could put things in perspective
Not to deny our crosses
But go without over-sizing them

 

For all you're carrying
I could carry a little more
I could carry a bit of yours
How much would it hurt?..

 

For all you're carrying
I could carry a little more
I could carry a bit of yours
Oh, how much it could help

 

I'm listening to this guy
Bemoaning his diamond studded cross
Had to fire ten thousand people
Cause the weight was just so much 

 

And for all of my own suffering
I've never spent years
Living in a subway
Let alone a war torn country

 

At times I've had it better than I do
Listen, it could be worse
I've had my burden but
With my first world cross

 

For all you're carrying
I could carry a little more
I could carry a bit of yours
How much would it hurt?..

 

I'll carry you two steps
Someday can you carry me one?
But if you don't carry me at all
Maybe i can carry you three steps

Someday, when you are on your way,
can you carry someone else?
we carry each other
we carry each other

 

If we're to ever get anywhere
We need to put things in perspective
And show a more understanding
I could carry a bit of yours
I could carry a little more
How much would it hurt?

 
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