ferret fleeing from unseen demons, running through the dark
the shrill, haunting voices of those that would throw me from the path
following my every step
i would try to face them, but alas, i am too weak still
take some time to grow my faith, while they feed on my despair
grown from childhood, still to be completed, it's going to get worse before it gets better
searching for love, running from hate
finding myself, my life incomplete
hiding from others, while wishing for change
maybe if i close my eyes the world will see
what it has done to me
what's it to you?
who go