September 2009
“Sister James- What is it, Sister?
Aloysius- I have doubts. I have such doubts.”
And those piercing blue struck my soul, stole my lung. Looked onto nothing you were gone
I use to have dreams where I would fly free. Now there are powerlines and fences in my path and I am afraid to fall
You might think you are so unique, but you are just a clone of all the other trendy unique kids
