Mar 26, 2021, 8:04:59 PMMar 26
Audioslave chop by HRB entitled, adopted or talking about you?
On cold and lonely road mine's been.
I was lost in cities, alone.
Friends and liars don't wait for me, cause I'll get by on my own steam.
I've put millions of miles under my heels, and still I feel, to you, too close.
I am not your blowing wind, I am the lightning.
I am not your carpet ride, I am the sky.
I am not your rolling wheels, I am the highway.
I am not your hollow moon, I am the night.
© Hunter Reon Barnes