they hit me with their stone and bricks

but broke me with their words

they stunned me with their adjectives

and bloodied me with verbs

i tried to fight with adverbs

but only gave them nouns

oh how i'd fought these people

with feelings made of sounds

my hate and anger concrete

and held back by my sorrow

so many times i tried to leave

only waking to-morrow

i searched for you far from a lark

to tell you who you were

only to be left in darkness

at the liquer store

so tempted to leave

but where else would i go

"im sorry."said the french men.

"for that we do not know"

-beat

help my dream i can do better just believe