Pink -- Dear Mr. President 
Come take a walk with me (take a walk with me) 
Let's pretend we're just two people and 
You're not better than me I'd like to ask you some questions if we can speak honestly  
 
What do you feel when you see all the homeless on the street 
Who do you pray for at night before you go to sleep 
What do you feel when you look in the mirror 
Are you proud  
 
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry 
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye 
How do you walk with your head held high 
Can you even look me in the eye 
And tell me why  
 
Dear Mr. President 
Were you a lonely boy (were you a lonely boy) 
Are you a lonely boy (are you a lonely boy) 
How can you say 
No child is left behind 

 
We're not dumb and we're not blind (we're not blind) 
They're all sitting in your cells 
While you pay the road to hell  
What kind of father would take his own daughter's rights away 
And what kind of father might hate his own daughter if she were gay 
I can only imagine what the first lady has to say 
 
You've come a long way from whiskey and cocaine  
How do you sleep while the rest of us cry 
How do you dream when a mother has no chance to say goodbye 
How do you walk with your head held high 
Can you even look me in the eye  
 
Let me tell you bout hard work 
Minimum wage with a baby on the way 
Let me tell you bout hard work 
Rebuilding your house after the bombs took them away 
Let me tell you bout hard work 
Building a bed out of a cardboard box 
 
Let me tell you bout hard work 
Hard work 
Hard work 
You don't know nothing bout hard work 
Hard work 
Hard work  
 

Oh  How do you sleep at night 
How do you walk with your head held high 
Dear Mr. President 
You'd never take a walk with me 
Would you ... --


 





Dear Mr. President, Talk a walk with me, jsut alongside me. No I don't have any money, but my 
adviced is praized by many, and it is free.
I know why you sleep. Even worse perhaps I do remember the dreams you have. But that 
is not your fault. Only your future is your fault. 
I took you her, and perhaps you cannot see, but this is where I live.
And if you cannot see the beauty that resides here, I will describe it for you:

There beneath your feet, is the old grass, which has turned slightly pale because of the fall, and even most 
trees have lost their leaves. No they won't stain your pants. Don't worry, when you walk with me, time doesn't 
pass. No will not explain, I'm just a physicist and now how long it would take to explain. 
Your education doesn't make who you are, that is not your fault.
Look there over the grass, even as the wind slightly gusts, and makes your front hair tickle your eyebrows.
The trees make a noise, you hear that? the sound of trees. How long has it been since you heared that?
How long has it been, since you just stopped to notice the sound of the trees, that wander in the wind?
That long ayé?
You smell that? you don't know that smell? But my dear friend, that, that is the smell of rain. No, 
many don't know how it smells, but many sailors can. Cause yes I've sailed on the wind. 
And you can to, you don't need a limo or airplane to transport you.
Yes, I know, I do not have the difficulty that people want to kill me.
But how come do you think?
No, I don't agree, I'll tell you why.
You see, you see the grass as green now, you will find out more about physics in time, and 
you can hear the wind and smell the rain now. But you know,
Soldiers in Iraq, they can't even find grass. And most children will never learn about time, or how it passes
They will never become physicist. And many will not hear the sound of trees, because they have died due to polution. 
And people rather listen to women moaning, or coins falling in a box. And the rain, smell just as always, it smell like smog. 
As it does every day. And All I hear is gunfire, and yelling. The painfull thing is,
You can change it.
Don't look mad, look like you did before I started to summarize. When you smiled at nature.
It is not impossible you know. Many, many have gone before you. 
Please don't hate yourself for doing it this way. You are still on this planet, so you can still change the world. 
And even terrorists will love you.
Come on chap,
I'll take you to your limo.

And so they walked out of the small park, surrounded by houses, and through a long tunnel beneath one of the houses. 
And as they approached the other end of the tunnel. George was getting more and more amazed. As he noticed we were 
not in some outback village. But in the middle Of Amsterdam.


 
Isn't it ironic, that even you, as a reader might see that last paragraph as a bit too fictional.
But that is so funny, because it really exists. And I've been there.
So how can you blame you president,
If his own people can't even believe its possibility?