Why did I do I do this?
Was it because I thought I could deliver some creative justice
To a world that is hurting, its black and blue bruises starting to show through?
What made me think my voice could change anything?
What words could I string together- that would unite us in love?
I am tired.
I don’t want to go on.
This banner no longer something I want to carry.
I’m fairly certain this gibberish makes no sense.
I’ve got a show to do, so I’m off to get ready.
Folks, these hours are about to get heavy.
But I am a Johnson
And quitters we were not raised to be.
I do not give myself license to give up.
There is no permission granted to walk away.
On this course, I must stay.
Oh, but I’m tired and I long for the day
When I can put this marathon behind me
And just be
Me on my marry way.