#27 My own people
Longer than my branches I see the moments fly,
I watch my own people. Often sunsteps break
the screeching black, they turn away from light.
My people, they choose shades of human,
I don’t know any. Every time they hear my breeze,
they hide another truth, drifting through those
million fading smiles. I guess, my own people,
no longer belong anywhere but the cobwebs,
spun into the spirit of the unfamiliar.
I watch my own people. Often sunsteps break
the screeching black, they turn away from light.
My people, they choose shades of human,
I don’t know any. Every time they hear my breeze,
they hide another truth, drifting through those
million fading smiles. I guess, my own people,
no longer belong anywhere but the cobwebs,
spun into the spirit of the unfamiliar.
Sometimes I feel I'm going nowhere
ReplyDeleteI'm moving but I just can't find the way
Surrounded by a million faces
They all say, they're my best friends
Take another drink to hide the sorrow
But come the morning, nothing's changed
The concrete skies are rushing by me
And this road is getting old
i dont wanna wait until it's over
I don't wanna wait until it's gone
I can't wait until tomorrow
'Cause I been waiting for so long
So baby I'm coming home, oh oh
Baby I'm coming home