High Way
Hi-Way
Visitors leave in the night,
We hope as dawn will bring us light.
Sadness having a pinch of happiness
Carries our trails.
Are we waiting for our punnishment?
Passengers lie dead along the side of the road
For their sins of being slaves.
This could be our last bus to take us to the land of the living
As fate is as just.
Could we all die and journey in to a newer nightmere,
Or did we forget our souls?