Blackball

Despite the din the only thing I hear is a screaming thought spun in my mind A voice I left behind is following, growing, calling me back. Just once I wish that some great wave would spray and sweep me off my feet The cribs got cracks and they all think ill slipping Sometimes we fall, sometimes its safe to hide behind a false face, This time I抳e got no faith to hide Just perfect hindsight. Cast me out if you can And if it抯 unfair, well life抯 unfair. As for pipe dreams, You label me, I抣l level you. Equipped for this; if you抳e got threats Come on take your best shot If I lost my way then I抣l stumble back to the lost and found.