• walking that mid-night trail,
    alone with nobody at your side
    you think the world has turn on you,
    and there you have no more hope in side,
    you walk on with a sigh,
    just hoping for that morning light,
    friends and family count your flaws
    just trying to hold on but have no claws,

    Cut....pull down again...

    down size,
    mislead then there is more to gain,
    your world turns in millions of ovals,
    but what is your number one you suppose,
    with anger and disguised