Our Own Ghost Town
By: Tyler Ross
This ghost town
My country
This neglect
You will see
And now you know
My birthplace
These memories
My worst days
Like these centuries
Bought off in silence long ago
I ain't the man that I used to be ever since landing on my two feet. This world is in fear and we still can't see that clear. I've been enslaved for too long here. Just a man built on broken dreams, while watching success slip through the cracks it seems. My father tried and my mother cried, so they decide like humanity penny-pinching like dope fiends. Now tell me what happened to the fight. Did we all just lay our heads down and say goodnight. Something isn't right for something so leading to not share their piece of the pie. I ain't the man I inspired to be since this unbalanced world got the best of me. We all talk sincere, but the truth has been here. We're just too busy making excuses and overlooking our strength. Frustrated, I want to disappear.
When the night falls
You will see
The emptiness in me
Gone and left
Me and this dream
Abandoned or stand
Either way you ran
Like the rest
Now becomes this ghost town
Its all been a test
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