Fierce arrow
We may not grow at all
Torn up shoes
Our plan with no control
But I feel these times
Where I may be losing it
Like an imbecile
I'm stuck in bottomland fields
If we're opposed
Then I'll leave it to your faith
Can't belong
I'm not fit, I mean, too low
The corridors
Where you pray for carrying on
I might be wrong
You're making this to show off
Just when I walk by
I'm looking down at all cost
Remember this sign
I was looking down at all cost ?
A mourning of a moment I missed