Susan Aglukark
Susan Aglukark
Susan Aglukark
Susan Aglukark
Susan Aglukark
Susan Aglukark
Susan Aglukark
Susan Aglukark
Susan Aglukark
Susan Aglukark
Susan Aglukark
Susan Aglukark
Why run away from the things we know
Why do we stray when the line's been drawn
O to call a turn
Would be a miracle of sorts
But chance was tied to chains
A paper pushers choice
Down, down into the ocean
Down, down into the ocean
Why turn away, the road will lead you home
Why stake a claim, today's another persons dawn