You can clearly see this messed with my mind.
All I know is to hold onto god and ride every storm.
And to pray that god will get me back home.
Home. Where is that?
Cuz this place is crazy.
Mothers that don’t want their own children?
Wars? Killing? Hunger. Greed.
I look all around. I wish something could be done.
But it takes way more than just one.