I may not speak
but still i yell...
Sitting at the edge of my bed in regret
I imagine the troubles that were fret...
I saw the little girl pass by,
Her fathers hand she held...
Spiraling down the abysmal hell hole of...
We could have worked things out
things could have been alright...
When the world stopped turning that day
it gave us the chance to unite and pray...
It’s 12 o’ clock on a Tuesday night
“Time for me to race” he yells, “Alright...
I see him in the corner
as small as he can be...
I look up and i see the stars..
i look up and see where i want to be...
Looking back the
signs were all there...
I shut off the lights
And locked the door...
My soul is flying free,
The air is turning clear...