Sal Three

I want to be with you, stepping off this train, feel remarkably new, don’t wish to be alone, the tide’s washed away, tired streets and Metro, there is no clue, why it’s turned this way, give them their due, they blasted my bones, say that I’m saved, gave me roses to hold, what is your view, now the choice is raised, I am not the issue, before my groans, you tried to erase, everything I called home, truth is a bitter fruit, I’m good as each new day, play me happy tunes, kneel down and pray.