Nothingnew The Longest Journey North
one more mile unsung, march under the sun, and dropping to the ground. distance, direction a sixth sense, the north is within them, they clutch to their dream dragging, dying from heat, till they break, till the ringing won't cease in their heads. gone, she trudges on, still holding her son she wanted so much more. last hopes, dream of a new home, she now lives them alone, she's numb from the heat, body crushing her feet, till she breaks, till the crying won't cease in her head, the next mile she walks through the dead. crying out...hold on to the door, we can hide on the floor, pull the blankets right over our eyes, kicking and fighting, clawing and biting, those f..ckers can't take me, transmit my disease, we'll go blind.
