On the Verge

Tumbling through a trail that awaits my escape

If they catch me, I'm jailed

There's no way to explain my faulty reasoning 

See I can't take these rules

I've endured the abuse for too long. 

Check the mailbox, Check the news

There'll be no trace of me once I cross the boarder 

I'll know nothing of boundaries once I pass these waters

My scent will lead the way for the lost and stolen

Just pray I arrive in one piece

I'm no use if I'm broken 

Yaweh, light the way

Your daughter seeks your guidance

Your foot prints have been painted over with pavement

And your waters have been poisoned with trash 

What's left of natural earth is our sacred child birth. 

But they are making plans

These men with blood stained hands

And soon they'll take this land

Once again.. 

Author's Note

Mac Miller/ Kendrick (Instrumental)- Fight the Feeling