step one: two-step.

Concrete
And my two feet upon it.
Suns in my eyes,
Wind whistles lovely lines
Lifts my spirits, so up high.
Concrete
Cracked, battered and bruised;
Used.
We got the right tools dont we?
Get to fixing this road
Right, and do it
Promptly.
What wrongs are left to right?
What songs are left to
Write?
Why's the sun so
Fucking bright?