There right there! Wait where? right there
on the cold streets of the loud city. No no
lights to guide you to your destination wait
was it already chosen? to be of what to be
nothing of him and become nothing but dust
probably who is he to say i am dust but who
am I to say I am not? nobody being driven
away in his own path to glory telling his own
story he smiled up into the stars and the foggy
sky and wished one day he could ho back to the
past when life was free protected around his
mothers arms. He cried never was he to be found
by anyone becoming his own enemy and the scum
of the streets he was raised in and nothing but
trash was he considered by the people who he
grew up around everyone who really cared was
now gone just to become a part of him a memory
stuck in time.
