Small town, Illinois
When times get hard I say a prayer
That one day I'll wish for air
And see it vanish from my lung
While I keep quiet. Hold my tongue.
For life isn't what they say
As you go along your day
To find yourself broken in the dust
While passers by let you rust
I might be bitter and so strain
Sometimes i ignore the pain
But when i feel insecure
I wish again for something pure
For in my past I have sin
Fell down times.loss not win.
But tell me when your in that dust
How can you never rust?