i've been walking around
being aground
where should i sleep
burning my eyes
burning my mind
finding my beat
i've been catching my breath
being alone
hurting my feet
burning my soul
burning my life
finding my streets
someone takes it away
closing her eyes
ending her fear
the strangling marks
should not be there
for all to see
and it keeps me waiting
24 years
you think you did
all your time
you found jesus
should he find me
before you get out
thinking of her
wide open eyes
colorless lips
the only cross
the one on my back
the demon he speaks
i'm needing my boots
staying aground
needing to sleep
holding my gun
not longer a child
a killer to be.
