Tim Higgins - Blight

Will these roots take hold?
Will these seeds grow?
Will these rains suffice
Take a blossom from a blight?
Kids born blighted, weakened
Perpetrators hide and seek, and
Neighbors point their fingers
While the sicker just get sicker
Frustrated, helpless, gated
Shell-shocked, agitated
I look to the sky...
Poison rain to kill off
All that just won't die
I've been a long time on my own
This long winter taught me how to feign warmth
Cracked skin sucked dry as the desert
As the staircase swells and I feel better
Yes, I tell myself
Yes, I tell myself
Yes, I tell myself
That I feel so much better
Will these roots take hold
Will these seeds grow?
Will these rains suffice?
Ignore the poison rain
And I feel better
Yes, I tell myself
Yes, I tell myself
Yes, I tell myself
I feel so much better

Written by:
TIMOTHY PAUL HIGGINS

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