I walk across the valley of dispare
I look for a sign of my life turning
The back of my head burns from the sun
I think i should g back
But then I think again. . .
If I go back, wut will that accomplish?
Would I be stooping down to their level?
How do I stop giving them wut they want?
I look to the sky and see a hawk circling me
I think about how beautiful it is, but how evil it can be
Than again, hawks can also be kind creatures
So who's to say if their good or bad?
As I walk forward, I see the hill the I will have to over come
But when I get to it, it is steep
I can not climb it?
I can not get away?
My hands ball into fists
I grow angry
Then out of sheir pain and struggle to get away
I climb
I look for a sign of my life turning
The back of my head burns from the sun
I think i should g back
But then I think again. . .
If I go back, wut will that accomplish?
Would I be stooping down to their level?
How do I stop giving them wut they want?
I look to the sky and see a hawk circling me
I think about how beautiful it is, but how evil it can be
Than again, hawks can also be kind creatures
So who's to say if their good or bad?
As I walk forward, I see the hill the I will have to over come
But when I get to it, it is steep
I can not climb it?
I can not get away?
My hands ball into fists
I grow angry
Then out of sheir pain and struggle to get away
I climb
