November 26, 2008

• Dear Mr. President

  This is a song, by Pink. It’s a letter to President Bush. It really speaks my own heart. I hope you’ll take the time to “hear” it…. and that GW might have “heard” it too.

  I know he’s on his way out but he still has to live with the mess he’s left in his wake.

  Can you imagine….. I mean… how? How can he wake up every morning and face himself? Does he have regret? Does he feel guilt or remorse? Can he find compassion for any of us?

  Dear Mr. President
  Come take a walk with me
  Let’s pretend we’re just two people and
  You’re not better than me
  I’d like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly

  What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street
  Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep
  What do you feel when you look in the mirror
  Are you proud

  How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
  How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
  How do you walk with your head held high
  Can you even look me in the eye
  And tell me why

  Dear Mr. President
  Were you a lonely boy
  Are you a lonely boy
  Are you a lonely boy
  How can you say
  No child is left behind
  We’re not dumb and we’re not blind
  They’re all sitting in your cells
  While you pave the road to hell

  What kind of father would take his own daughter’s rights away
  And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay
  I can only imagine what the first lady has to say
  You’ve come a long way from whiskey and cocaine

  How do you sleep while the rest of us cry
  How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye
  How do you walk with your head held high
  Can you even look me in the eye

  Let me tell you bout hard work
  Minimum wage with a baby on the way
  Let me tell you bout hard work
  Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away
  Let me tell you bout hard work
  Building a bed out of a cardboard box
  Let me tell you bout hard work
  Hard work
  Hard work
  You don’t know nothing bout hard work
  Hard work
  Hard work
  Oh

  How do you sleep at night
  How do you walk with your head held high
  Dear Mr. President
  You’d never take a walk with me
  Would you

   

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