Reality
I walk down this desolate road
I see far ahead but nowhere to go.
I hear screaming and yelling all around
But I keep walking I don’t make a sound.
Blows start coming down on my head
And at that moment I wish I were dead.
The screaming won’t stop, them cursing at you
I gasp for breath then I turn blue.
As I start fading out from the midnight sky
I see Heaven and I’m flying high.
I see your tears rolling down your face
And in your life I’m losing my place.
I can’t stand it I just want out!
Please tell me what this is all about!
And as I look back down that desolate road
I look to the future wondering where to go.
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