do you have your wits about you when you climb into your bed? do you pray for better days as you try to clear your head?
we are all the same someway, i assure you. though we try to find a way to ignore the truth.
as the huddled masses gather and try to find their grace, they tell of one to saves us, to take us from this place; but somehow still the tears, they fall and they gather by the graves of the ones that never made it, introduced to unexpected fate
where have we gone? where are going? you canβt it take it from us please, donβt take it from us.