Roswell
This is the story I would never tell
A day that would change everything
When I crashed into Roswell
A malfunction with the wiring
They found me in a farmer’s field
A day that would change everything
I tried to hide myself, to shield
They came in numbers with arms
They found me in a farmer’s field
My presence sounded their alarms
I was just trying to make it home
They came in numbers with arms
The held me, observed me in a dome
They told you all I didn’t exist
I was just trying to make it home
If I was never here, I can’t be missed
This is the story I would never tell
They told you all I didn’t exist
When I crashed into Roswell
Copyright © Hat Bueckert | Year Posted 2022
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