Less is More
He sits alone, standing by the door
Waiting for his father, coming home from war
Yet he does not know what he's fighting for
Less is more
The artist crossed-legged on the bedroom floor
Thinking of her brother and how he has more
She can't really find what she is living for
Less is more
The winter cold rips into his core
On the street wishing for the home he had before
He hopes he can get something from the corner store
Less is more Less fear and more hope is what I need
Less stories of people torn from their families
Less people locked away, is this a free country?
More people singing about their humanity
Less people wanting to be famous
Less people worrying their school is dangerous
More people knowing that love can save us
Less is more