In times of unimaginable grief,
People will offer you their sympathies
And I appreciate the outstretched arm
But I've been a 'breaking things' kinda mood
I've been scarfing down on a food for thought that I've got bowels so backed up with brilliant ideas that eventually I'm gonna shit books
I'm gonna shit books so bad-ass it'll be banned
For tryna define bravery as walking into a biker bar wearing a pink sweatshirt with a picture of a unicorn being tamed by a gnome
Going it alone is like leaping out of a window, waiting for God to catch you
And in the second before impact,
Gravity becomes a fact so well-established it makes you calm
I've gone from needing a shoulder to lean on
To trying to calm the night into thinking it had the dayshift
I've trained my shadow to shoplift life from the backpocket of levity,
Bent my forehead to the kiss of brevity, hoping I could get through depression with some semblance of speed
But the live camera feed is on a 24-hr delay
So I keep reliving the worst parts of yesterday in slow-motion
And someone once told me that the finer points of devotion are but the size of a pinhole
But there's millions of 'em...
And if you can connect each dot, then you've got a diagram of what you think you thought you knew
And if you're willing to admit that you know nothing,...
You've got a blueprint for a break-through

I'm just tryna get by,
Huffing the glue that's supposed to keep me together
In a world that lets global warming get this bad then bitches about the weather
A world where misdemeanor jailbirds of a feather flock to the back alley
And attempt to stage their own private protest rally because it still seems that capitalism is a convenience store open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week
And if you're not coming there to buy something, they won't let you in to take a leak
But I don't wanna live in a world where 76-year-olds hang out in nightclubs because they still haven't hit their peak
I want a week spent in silence so the next time we speak,
Others will be ready to hear what we have to say
And the following day will be comprised, not so much of moments of silence, but 24 hours of noise
Noise for the toys that we as children never wanted to let go
Because we live in a world that told us to grow up
So we grew, growing up to know we knew
noise is not enough because our fathers are dying
We were left trying to make sense out of a world that doesn't
Because everything that was supposed to be wasn't
Because what wasn't never was what we wished for
We grew up waging war against birthday candles
Wishing our hearts would become handles for every time we needed to get a grip

I make noise for a man who gave 20 years of his life to a gold mine, and 2 years before retirement, was rewarded with a pink slip

Let us serve each chip on the shoulder of the tired and the poor
To the billionaires who are convinced that owning to everything, they still need more
This is for the bar's bathroom floor
For the men and women who live there because it's easier to care where your drink comes from than it is to go home to no one

Make noise for the son or daughter that lives inside you
Maybe someday we'll understand what our parents went through
Make noise for everything you think you thought you knew
As if knowing was enough to tough out the hard times
Noise for the mimes that won't, for the people that don't, for the children that can't
Make noise because the land of Oz is crumbling and the Tinman needs a heart transplant
This free, senseless rant that will one day make sense
Let's put dents armor of those who said they could not be reached
This is for the beached whales beaching themselves because maybe love and loneliness are not just human conditions
Yell!
For the hopeless missions and hopeless wars fought by hopeful men
Screamed for the times, that was now and this was then
There will be times when noise is not enough and you must stand
So stand
As of you believe standing for the beliefs you believe in are worth standing for
As if every closed door is begging to be opened up
And every beggar's cup is filled with the spare change needed to change the minds of those who would have us think
Love is a missing link that we somewhere along the way misplaced
Our life lines are traced by hands, not yet old enough to hold pencils
And there are no stencils for any alphabet that can be arranged or explained to articulate how we feel
Because we feel so much more than we could ever voice
Because every choice we make takes us further from our fathers
And that this position of long distance never bothers to explain that 'I miss you' mean 'before and above all others
'Miss you' like we miss the grandmothers with Alzheimer's whose lives resemble the missing punchline's one-liners
So, wait...
And when she finally looks at you, as if she was looking for you
Stand and make noise just so you she knows you were looking too
Tell her, "Thank God I found you!"
Because know it or not, you're apart of her blueprints
She had blood like a flint that sparked your father or mother into flame
And you, like they, must burn whether you like it or not
You were given gifts; you've got windpipes that house hurricanes, veins that pump floods
I'm not the first to say it
"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may while time is still a-flyin' "
And this same flower that smiles today, tomorrow with be dying
Every new birthday candle you blow out is only time trying to tell you that
Every breakthrough you make will only take you closer to day
That your parents must pay the Ferryman for a ride to the other side of the River
And you will one day be on your own
But you carry with you a blueprint—a hint that your history will always be with you
That you were your parents' breakthrough
Your blood will the Krazy Glue that keeps you together on the eventual day when you must stand alone
So stand and make mountains jealous of how much you've grown