Your Moving, You Are

Holding on, could you be good?- be like me, it's for your own good. Take the Sunday with the rest of the week watching how each peer bends to weak. Letting go, could you be bad?- I know I am, just ask my dad. I see the light shining around the truth waiting not for any more proof. Golden halo rots and burns in life watching from the window the horrific strife. Enter the race with a planned escape waving a flag that's white with agape.