Lyrics to Unsheltered
As a kid
The grandma told his folks
“This boy has something strange
A mild dissarange”

He stares at window panes
Keeps himself company
For every simple task
He shapes reality
Oh, woe is he!

On and on, there are places we go but never come back the same
Unsheltered, where is the roof I used to know?
Off we go, I’ll send out the light I wish for. I sing and I write some folklore, hoping for future brighter days

Raised with care
Those worries silenced fast
But how could they predict
The voices wouldn’t rest

Some said addiction
Well, others just loneliness
The astros said It’s fine
Anyway, who’s to say what’s right?
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