Little steps

Morning sunlight not seen for ages

Memory’s lost by history’s sticking pages

Abundant feelings of salvation

My heart it bleeds for this teenage nation

Remembering the cold of your moonlight

Not withstanding where’s the drive to fight or flight

Starving hopefulness of its iconic leader

Lost in the reality’s of being a bottom feeder

Simple signs of begging academics

Is both scary and profound

Accumulation amounts to nothing when there’s emptiness around .

Wishing winnings from the long days

I’ve learnt everyone seems have it both ways

Pretty face taking glory’s

From the poor boys with hard story’s

Dripping in the moisture of your sand storm

And watching the destruction from a far

I could dissolve in your essence

If I hadn’t run from it so far

Remembering the cold of your moonlight

Not withstanding where’s the drive to fight or flight

Starving hopefulness of its iconic leader

Lost in the reality’s of being a bottom feeder

Simple signs of begging academics

Is both scary and profound

Accumulation amounts to nothing when there’s emptiness around .