Carolina
Take my hand
I couldn’t taste the smoke

The thunder took my braids away
And scared the gentle folk

In the line-up
I could feel them think
Their troubles shook their conscious

I felt a pointing at my face
For how I hid my monsters

Why I’d even try

Past the graveyard
Picket fence
To leave them all behind

I’m hoping for heaven and hell again
That they accept my kind

Could I bother
With a grin
And in my anxious laughter

I’d terrify the engineer
Assuming what I’m after


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