The once steel tough fabric of a Union man. Was sold and Bartered away. Fed to money wolves in the Reagen years,. Caught in a drift in greedy nintetie's days.
Wasting, all that I desired,. would bring me down again. And I could, keep it all inside,. its just about becoming. Now I'm under the sun,. won't anyone see that I'm alive..
sunlight blows across my skin. and casts my stones into the wind. now i'm letting it in. blindness burns across the sun. and tells me i'm the only one.