Middle of nowhere
Sitting alone… near no one
Not wanted to be cared
Not wanted to be loved
Not wanted to be anything at all
But still hear prayers rhyming
And still hear bells clinging
And still hear them calling
For their mouth full of
Pride and reputation
Wanting me to know their kingdom of
Unearthly wisdom
I wish they knew its much easy
To be fallen than to be raised and
Consequences of a way thats least travelled