I Can't Be Moved
I stay there, on the side of the road, just waiting. I wait for the time to pass. I don’t move or laugh.
I’m standing at a stop sign at the bottom of the hill. I stand very still. Hoping and waiting for the truth to be told. Was my soul sold?
The time has now passed by. I lay there with a flower by my side.
At the bottom of the hill is where I now reside.