Plowed

Will I wake up ~ Is it a dream I made up ~ No I guess it’s reality ~ What will chance us or will we mess up our only chance to connect with a dream ~ Say a prayer for me I’m buried by the sound ~ In a world of human wreckage ~ I’m lost and I’m found and I can’t touch the ground ~ I’m plowed into the sound ~ To see wide open with a head that’s broken ~ Hang a life on a tragedy ~ Plow me under the ground ~ That covers the message that is the seed