i watch them sometimes these young parents with their eyes like burnt out coals trying to feed three kids on nothing and i think about the blueprints you know the design supposedly there for all of us and all i see is this great big empty lot where the good faith was meant to be planted just barren hard dirt where the promise was supposed to sprout and i wonder what divine architect leaves out the foundation for some of us leaves them to build on nothing but dust and then i go home and count pennies for my own rent and the grand plan just feels like a cruel joke a whisper you can barely hear over the hunger pangs.