An Open Mind
By Mark Spencer...
They throw words like hand grenades,
And stares that burn to your spine...
It's a secret that i have forever kept
that everynight caused me to cut...
After years of traveling together
witnessing and battling...
Instead of getting angry
It's better to move on...
You always had me
scratching at the dirt...
The ability to tolerate is lost on me!
It is something I do not know...
Sweet baby bird
with your wings burned black...
I travelled the road of my desire
a path which led me to love-shire...
I don't think I can let it go
not any time soon...
Growing up in a small town
you get used to seeing others...
The times when you hear gun shots go off
night has a way of attracting crime...