I can at least look out my windows
Knowing your bonded somewhere
Waiting to waist away
My sounds rumble
As your voice grumbles
with dismay
To your death
My cab drives by smoothly
As yours has an added
Jerk in movement
Heads slow
People bobble
The next curse
Is in line for you
Sun faces shade
The lines turn gray
On both sides now
I hear your cry.
Knowing your bonded somewhere
Waiting to waist away
My sounds rumble
As your voice grumbles
with dismay
To your death
My cab drives by smoothly
As yours has an added
Jerk in movement
Heads slow
People bobble
The next curse
Is in line for you
Sun faces shade
The lines turn gray
On both sides now
I hear your cry.
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