The Enclosure

Actions speak louder than words they Say

I guess that's what makes the world This way

I would paint that landscape right Away but it ain't really my place to Decorate

So I write away

Not enough hours in the day to get a Second to pray

I got enough on my plate I don't need Seconds today

Left handed, that and the tears left The ink wiped away

Stuck in this dark place, dark state

Feel like my angels are all slaves to My demons

And that could be costly

And I'm paying the parking fee

Not free