Theres a remnant They fought to live They sit in barns Or cry in fields They dont die They live The changing tides The tides they live in Buckling their belt for the change of life We dont see it We grew up here We have adjusted Like a frog half boild Too young and Read more

Its nice in my room Why does it feel like a coffin? Its warm Where will i go tommorow? I want to stay in today Its nice in my room Its cold outside I think ill stay in again… Read more