By Michael Castillo
I breathe…the air…and yet…I’m scared.
can you tell me? And can you show me?
can you love me? And can you hold me?
sometimes I feel lost inside…like there’s nowhere else that I can hide
the world just keeps on turning on me now
the place that I use basically doesn’t seem to want to amaze me
there’s nothing I’ve been told that I can tell
heard a voice inside, He said that I could stay alive if I would follow HIM
said, “You’ll be alright, if you just follow me, I’ll take away your
walk…along…the wind…blows strong.
I left…my ways…behind…today.