Minefield

I wish for another step As I trudge on the marsh Oh like a bit of crop Growing up was harsh

Tightrope walking We all learned to do Sound, disparate Act, transparent

So maybe the mine wouldn't take us too A misstep that all but slew My kin, my kind, and my lungs through It's cruel clover cover all untrue

Out of line is a sentence With some penalties Well there is no repentance Only ignored profanities

Sometimes strulgging puts you on deaths row Maybe it is better to let go Except you to know that's now true You're walking, and carrying memories too

Once helped along, the platform blew We found we had no choice But trudge through the minefield. Ourselves.