Kid

Turn the handle
open the door
step into the black nothingness
We were hoping
to be birds but
we got hung up on tomorrow"s end
No need to find your house its always here
call out from the middle of the forest
find out what you think you think about
collect the things that you think will help you out
Not all mistakes are made
you could be anyone
no times ever to late
so on, and on, and on
The towers and parades
are there for everyone
go on to beat the day into a song of suns!
Not all mistakes are made
So on, and on and on