Georgia

We dream of justice, shoved or tossed away, seeking love, we think of our own, who sought that reign, whom we now flee from, will rage alone absolve us, or our troubles gain, as slaves to broken promise, calendar years are shown, they only need one page, revealed as days turn brown, uncertain questions, haunt us each day, rise alone like ghost ships, we cannot tap the flow, they weave around our name, we have to go, leave what dreams remain.