There is So Much More

After my post last night, I feel I didn't give enough attention and respect to James Street. When I got up this morning my dad showed me the article announcing his death. It reads as follows:

"13-year-old killed in skateboarding accident

A 13-year-oldThousand Oaks boy died Wednesday after a skateboarding accident, authorities said.

"James Street was riding a skateboard hown an incline on the 1100 block of Calle Pecos in Thousand Oaks at 7:15 pm when he lost control of his board and fel, hitting his head on the pavement, said Senior Deputy Medical Examiner Armando Chaves.

"Street, who was not wearing a helmet, was transported to Los Robles Hospital & Medical Center in Thousand Oaks. He was pronounced head during surgery there about 10:30 pm, Chaves said."

That's all the newspaper had time to say about the life of James Street (I'm sure there will be an obituary... but still) They didn't say anything about James' love for life and his extreme sense of adventure. They didn't say how many people are going to miss seeing his huge grin every day at school. Instead, the papers worry about who is the new "Richest Man in the World" and how Paris Hilton is doing now that she is out of jail. There is so much more then this!

A song popped into my head when I woke up and started thinking about James and the accident. The song is by Brett Dennen (he is an amazing musician and if you haven't heard of him, you are missing out) and it is called There is So Much More.

When I heard the news,
My heart fell on the floor
I was on a plane on my way to Baltimore
In these trouble times its hard enough as it is
My soul has a known a better life than this

I wonder how so many can be in so much pain,
While others don't seem to feel a thing
Then I curse my whiteness,
and I get so damn depressed,
In a world with suffering,
Why should I be so blessed?

I heard about a women who lives in Colorado,
She built a monument of sorts behind the garage door
Where everyday she prays for all whom are born
And all whose souls have passed on

Sometimes my trouble gets so thick
I can't see how I'm gonna get through it
but then I'd rather be stuck up in a tree
Then be tied to it

There is so much more.

I don't feel comfortable with the way my clothes fit
I cant get used to my body's limits
I got some fancy shoes to try and giggle away these blues
They cost a lot of money but they aren't worth a thing

I wanna free my feet from the broken glass and concrete
I need to get out of this city
Lay upon the ground stare a hole in the sky
Wondering where I go when I die
When I die.