Road gets smoother as we leave the city,the suburbs green and flashyHow was our life beforeHand held in yours,my dreams in your palmMy life in that knapsack on my lap“I got you”velvety smooth ringing in my earsa raft I need when I’m sinkingFarther we draw from my pastthe dirt, the tears, the povertyCloser I drawContinue reading “Life we’ll have”