Green America,
Oh how we love you...
The world is different that it used to be, walking...
I live in a prison
Thats what I call my home...
From far away this little rock,
Must seem like such a sight...
Written wen i was 17;
I'm starting to realize...
With your hand
reach out and...
Take me there
Where the grass grows green...
Who We Are
Black or white, religion or race...
I know that it's hard for you to take in
I'm seventeen years old and have placed my life on...
He... standing by the corner,, deranged in red...
she... staring at the stars,, frozen in death's...
The memories that haunt me are those of my own...
All of us feel like dead ends
for the lies just keep slipping...