Walking by the railway trucks
Thinking to myself
Is it right to believe in right and wrong?
Is this where I belong?
The atmosphere is a bit nostalgic today
I surrender praise and worship song plays
Everything else just levels to the latitude
A moment to be savored
But my reality fought for its existence
As if it was being forgotten
The wind blows
and it all dawns
that the thorn still grows
Felt like a pinch into reality
a discarded memory crawling into my brain
these are the days that made me
Or sometimes broke me
Sep 6, 2018
Sep 6, 2018 at 8:49 PM UTC
Walking by the railway trucks
Thinking to myself
Is it right to believe in right and wrong?
Is this where I belong?
The atmosphere is a bit nostalgic today
I surrender praise and worship song plays
Everything else just levels to the latitude
A moment to be savored
But my reality fought for its existence
As if it was being forgotten
The wind blows
and it all dawns
that the thorn still grows
Felt like a pinch into reality
a discarded memory crawling into my brain
these are the days that made me
Or sometimes broke me
