Evan Westfal - Minority

I will walk through this pure white flock alone, alone
I was 17 cramped in a train, when father yelled you oldest jump
A woman sang a song it said last step you're never coming back
What could be, what has been what hasn't?

Ever wonder what it is like to see through the eyes of my minority?
Minora, Minora, Minora, Minora, Minority

My mother's hear was blonde she didn't fit that dark haired hook-nosed kind of look
My father wasn't so lucky I can't forgive what those monsters took
What could be, what has been what hasn't?

Ever wonder what it is like to see through the eyes of my minority?
Minora, Minora, Minora, Minora, Minority

Nineteen Thirty-Nine

Written by:
Evan Westfal

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