Dear Mr. President

The title of this Blog entery is the title o a song by the woman pictured here...It's a song that I think speaks volumes. This woman goes by the professional name of Pink her real name is Alecia Moore, and she wrote the song herself. She has stated that it is one of the most important songs that she has ever written.

I am unsure if the following link will work or not..I am hoping that it will and you will check out this live performance of the song that she has given...

http://youtube.com/watch?v=9eDJ3cuXKV4 Please check it out..I know my music and when I say it is a good song you can usually be sure I have a reason... if you can't play the song here are the lyrics...

"Dear Mr. President"

"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

OhHow 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"

As I said this song, I feel speaks volumes and I wanted to share it with you.Lots of Love to you All.