Protest Song - Aloha

Sleep in a room that knows your name

Nights in a pile, your house arranged

Taped to the wall what’s strong at all

Goes with you

Passion thrown and in and out of there

Burned on the wrist, make loving fists

For all who fight to sleep

I’m here by the wayside, you spinning before my eyes

Here, where the kids desire what we desire

Here, where I can clam up with the good times calling out the lies

Calling out the truth

Is I have held you closer than you’d imagine

Beaming in my hands

I have held you closer than you could imagine

Flying from my hands