THE MEXICANS

THE MEXICANS

Are crawling across
The Border
At A mile A Minit
We keep looking
At the problem
From the outside
without realizing
We are in it

M. S. Morrison

Fire Light

I want to be colder than Hell
Freezing in the silent night
Trading all my broken dreams
In the warm glowing fire light

M. S. Morrison

Some Sleep

You find success
When you just can’t fail
You find love
When you loose your tale
You dream
When you loose some
Some sleep
Over wishes
You really wanted
To keep

M. S. Morrison