This is a little something for the young and the old.
The rich and the poor, the simple and the bold.
In life we raise, in such simple ways, everyday questions, without pride or praise.
These questions may cause us to see inside ourselves
the Demons we carry, you know, the ones we can't put on a shelf.
We ask ourselves, When do yah, How do yah, and Why.
The thought was in good intention, but still came out a lie.
This little something could lift your heart.
Start a new beginning, or bring words to art.
So comment if you like, there's room for that.
Think of you own DO YAH'S
Tell your friends and write right back.
Maybe we can lift someone's spirit and make there day.
Maybe we can make someone else think to change their way.
If only to give hope to those of us, who have no hope at all.
To know there really exist people that will catch you if you fall.
So let me start this little something from the very beginning.
And all those who read this poem remember.
It's NEVER-ENDING
HOW DO YAH feed a starving nation
How does anyone see past starvation.
DO YAH give them food, or teach them to grow.
You can't raise rice in the desert yah know.