The night falls with clear skies
A breeze that rushes along the rushing cars
My hands swing aside my body
And wonder is this what growing kids turn into after birth; some grow into anything in the category of life.
Some may ******
Some may become hard workers
Some may become entertainers
Anything in life that has a label

Start off as Gods innocent creations to turn into Gods rebellion

Aging with time has no limit to death; as a single tear will fall for those who are lost ones

What have we've became of ourselves this raging time forgetting our values and decisions