A megaphone to apologize to you,
For something I didn't plan to do.
Are you content with the composition,
Of the compost heap of ancient gods.
You were someone I'd like to say was,
An angel but if only I could see you ascend from above me.
But there is just nothing.
I don't know my apology,
Is nothing that means anything.
So move on with you,
Only with you.
To swear to not leave,
The Midwest is strangling me.
I'd rather see you run,
And fall as long as it's free!
You are free!