Friend or friends.
It's the highway mind that made me choose.
Seeing outside my families arms.
A simple change was all she gave me.
I can't begin to writ a chart of what presents me.
Stop or think, swim or sink, it's the tide that pulls the breath from your lungs.
It's the feeling that you know your time here is done.
Did you know that i was in hell when i bowed down to the falling princes.
Now i realize that together we all broke into our thoughts, our thoughts.
Head high, eyes wide. it's that fact of filling up on starts.
They're waiting, your waiting.
I know now that my place is fading with all the shine.
I heard this place down south was giving time.
To people with they're face down.
I'll travel in circles to escape these times of never finding home and never leaving home.
Guide me through my birth so i can find home.