Displacement
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The Seattle Skyline at Half Past Three.
It never meant that much to me.
The Seattle Skyline at Six'till Four.
I've never wanted so much more.
The once smooth sandstone walls,Now withered with bullet holes, Concrete structures in ruins,A grey ash covering the ground like snow. The streets that once thronged with life,Now silent, stripped like a flesh from a skeleton.Left of the marketpla
I meander through the neighborhood, searching for the house.
Once found, I happily jump the 5 steps to the front door and pass a silhouette smoking a cigg.
I was twiddling a penny between my fingers,
My mind lost as I stared at the copper coin.
"Do you think of him now?"
Dark nights where pain resides
No where to run, no place to hide
A young child, a boy of only five
A young child, a boy of only five
