friend or friends. nit's the highway mind that made me choose. nseeing outside my families arms. na simple change was all she gave me. nI can't begin to writ a chart of what presents me. nstop or think, swim or sink, it's the tide that pulls the breath from your lungs. nit's the feeling that you know your time here is done. ndid you know that i was in hell when i bowed down to the falling princes. nnow i realize that together we all broke into our thoughts, our thoughts. nhead high, eyes wide. it's that fact of filling up on starts. nthey're waiting, your waiting. ni know now that my place is fading with all the shine. ni heard this place down south was giving time. nto people with they're face down.ni'll travel in circles to escape these times of never finding home and never leaving home. nguide me through my birth so i can find home.