who are we now
are we victims
or just crimes
in the path of others
I do not know
please turn on the light
I`ve seen enough
thanks to your coronary attitude
we`re counting bodies
instead of lives
giving the ones with our senses intact
hives
can you tell the difference
can you sense the smell of flowers
growing on top of mold
a lesson to be learned
this is how we grow old
washed away a million times
on distant shores
the grains found in your back pocket
ain`t the same
found between my toes
on the beach
please turn on the light
I`ve seen enough
the northern lights
aren`t visble down south
still cought by your retina
resembling
something out of reach
please turn on the light
I`ve seen enough
please turn on the light
I`ve seen enough
please turn on the light
I`ve seen enough
your footprints
in the sand