What is it leading to?
my gracious being
Evil afflicting both the good and the bad
commodity moving toward scarcity
Will it be story when we all make it ?
looking with my glasses the vision wasn't clear
Hope grew worst struggling was now the dream
different hurts with the same consolation
watering lawn cause rain refuse to fall
Thinking!wasn't recapture
all mischief to our chiefs dangling and harbouring pains from the scene what there to make out of it
Stumble on a fortune
Courtesy demand return it
