out of [sight]. out of [mind].

Out of sight, out of mind
See the child in the street
Never give them a thought
How they live, where they sleep
Grind them into the ground
It’s the kind thing to do
Death is welcome retreat from the sorrow they find
Out of sight, out of mind
But here, the pain is never out of sight
The sick, the starved, the poor
There is no room for us to turn away
We can’t just shut the door
Out of sight, out of mind
Where the strong never look
If we don’t come too near, it’s as if we’re not here
And there’s nothing to fear
But out of sight we have the room to plan
We watch them from afar
They won’t suspect
That soon we’ll see a day
When they know who we are
Let them stay unafraid
Just for now, keep them blind
Patience waits for a spark
‘Til the time that is right
We’ll remain in the dark…
Out of sight, out of mind
Out of sight, out of mind
Out of sight, out of mind.


This song/this woman makes me want to sing again.
For real.
For a career.

Think I have the guts?