Soul

The people on the Praire died for a reason, Sweetheart.

The city is full of busy people
To be heard they have to speak
With each week they are different
Each week someone has changed them.
Because one touch
One voice
One word
One time, never again.
Can change
Never again
The cities always changing
And it's people have hope. 
But
The country side is
Miles wide.
And your left mostly on your own.
One friend down the road.
Then two
And she said she was through with you
And now there is one
Now there is only loneliness
Now there is only you.
And your parents inviting the enemy over because there's no other parents.
And you break
Because your fathers always yelling
And you shake
Because you were a disappointment to your mother
And no on could bother another,
Tell her brother,
She's dying form despair.
Till she's not there.
Why didn't they ever care.
Can what we think is so cruel of a city,
Be good for humanity?
Because no one should grow up
ALONE.