The strangeness
Of watching
The towns you grew up in
Slowly age
Like dead weather
Coming up in your lungs
The colors fade
Like winter
Always dragging
The streets down
No one ever gets ahead
No one ever gets out
You wear it
Like leather
And you age with it
Maybe our stories
Are all tied together
Maybe this really is the winter of our discontent
Did you drink it away
Did you kill it away
Did you find your way
Somewhere
you find your shelter
You survive another day
Small towns with big hearts
Big eyes
Watching the world burn
Living on the ashes
Calling it welfare
Believing it can build a future
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Still I sit down
I write anyway
Regarding Samuel 
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