standing, choking
but then i remember the nights when i would shed a blue tear,
and then looking up i see them crying, laughing and joking.
i try to smile but i can’t, so i’m left standing, choking.
we’ll find our own freedom.
frowning, these people are walking around filled with such fear.
there’s no place like home, yes i know, but you’re nowhere to be found.
if i was thrown in the ground, i’d surrender; make no sound.
Luka.