My heart is longing to return to the place I love.
Where the people are grateful
And life is so simple
It hurts to be here,
in a place where we have so much.
Where we groan when the food is taking too long to come out,
where a five-year-old car is too outdated to drive,
and where our closets are never full enough.
It hurts to be one of the people who feed into the materialism,
when there are more important needs to be met.
I think about all of the children
Who walk to school with holes in their shoes
While I'm buying my third pair of shoes this month.
I think about the mothers
Who long to have food to cook for their families
While I'm throwing away plates because I'm not feeling chicken tonight.
I think about the students
Who are thankful for a notebook and pencils
While I must have the newest MacBook.
I think about the families
Who walk miles to get clean water
While I only want to drink it if it's in a trendy water bottle.
I think about the teenage girl
Who just wants a skirt that fits her for school
While I buy new clothes at the drop of a hat.
I can't stop thinking about these people
Who just want the necessities of life
While I am living in such a greedy mindset
That wants and wants and wants
No matter how much I already have.
My heart longs to return to the place that I love,
Where the people are so grateful
And life is so simple.