Cali Kittana

Swings

I stick my thumbs in my pockets and kick up another stone...
They tore inspiration out of me to the bone...
I see an oen swing, free and cold...
I run to it like a pile of gold...
I walk through the park to go home...
After I have lost the urge to rome...
When I get back,
I wait for the attack,
Knowing I had been gone too long,
I sigh and wait for punishment for my wrong...
I sit down and sigh knowing I\'m strong...
Thinking this will all turn into a song...