This that head down,
Back against the wall type of shit,
Feeling alone and unimportant is just the gist of it all,
Darkness in my corner,
While Heaven is waiting in the hall.
Patiently waiting till night to fall,
So I can cry myself to sleep,
Been told that everyone has a breaking point,
But when will me and mines meet,
Don't know if I'm ready to let my soul go with the wind,
Or to rest my feet running from house to house trying to break free.
-Travers Stovall Jr.
