Ways Of Mind

The fog in this town
can never blind me.
Feeling alone in the crowd
can never abide me.
There are things in this life
that keep me going on,
like the nights scaring with thunder
when the sun is gone.
Because dawn bring changes,
sometimes it takes too long.
A little I have to wander,
to reach where I belong.
Because people that I meet,
Sometimes they are fake.
A little I have to speak,
to listen up to their hate.
Then I know the day,
I will catch any star.
Will be the day no one
will ever dig any scar.