Connect the tears to my fears
I know I'm trying to contain
But I don't have thee option
I'm gonna slip and fall as well
Maybe crawl out of my shell one day
If my worries cause me "blood
The water will free my soul
When I can drink a glass without
Any concentrated syrup in it again
The movements in outer space
Will they find their way to us?
Will our planet ever be found?
Are their aliens after Earth
But when I see their spirits
__"face to face"
I'll know what all is of us that is waste
One day we will change
Stopping the blowing of each others' brains
Maybe taken off this ball
And spread out way up there
D. L. Cannon