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