Well, I set out upon my feet, underneath the rain-killing heat
and pain is all we tend to greet, when honestly all is well
I looked behind me not to find was it the liars or the kind?
with human eyes we still are blind, so how can we ever tell?
my mother’s car came running down, reflecting the sun’s yell
and into its door I fell
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 8:49 PM UTC
Well, I set out upon my feet, underneath the rain-killing heat
and pain is all we tend to greet, when honestly all is well
I looked behind me not to find was it the liars or the kind?
with human eyes we still are blind, so how can we ever tell?
my mother’s car came running down, reflecting the sun’s yell
and into its door I fell
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