Well your voice came in easy
In that font of New Times Roman
But the words don\'t really matter
Your leaving has been woven
No matter weather
We aint together
Just one bird a feather
I still feel the sand beneath me
Now that shade comes a creeping
See the wind still goes around there
But my mood boards on a reaping
I see a crows nest
Better take my rest
My momma knows what\'s best
Well ive never seen an igloo
But ive made a lot of noises
I don\'t care about the big men
I wont listen to their voices
I can stand up
Hold out my cup
You know I am no pup