I walked through the jungle once again today The loud noise of the trees talking The ringing of the bird brought us here The 5 minutes we are so generously given
By Eddie Feldt6 years ago in Poets
In the confrontation zone There's no turning back now Your whispers are yells And your yells strike the bone Words are like bullets if you
They say He's so Respectful How weird it is To take Advantage of him So put a paper bag Up over his head And the conscience