Whoameye?


A target for other peoples fists a morbid persona to be missed a long drink of water in the rain a lot of people deeding gain. The one and only mothers son the little boy blue come blow. The frog that hops away the bird that comes to stay. The time it takes to breathe your last the sound of laughter tinkling glass. The end of every sad refrain the chorus line in pain. The man behind the plow the villain turning over. The one that should be saved the lords saving grace may still apply at pearly gates the limousine awaits mye chariot is time. The bog reverberates with echoes of our fates the leaves fall in the spring for homeless refusing to be seen in covering the hide. Lost in murmuring the city has no date with vine but wrath the work was not enought for take home pay was shorter than. The city limit sign always touches the county line. Where will homeless go? Who who who am eye?