To fast
We're going fast now
Leaving ideal minds
Flying out leave this town behind
I cant'...can I?
We're shifting gears
were packing bags
Letting go of what we had
But its ripping away and I wanna go back
I cant see where I am
Please lord take my hand
The sun is too bright
And my mornings are bleak
I'm losing the light
and my mind it will seek
For your help.
This poem is about:
My community