FOLKLIFT

FORKLIFT
Snow hides without a trace
taking my brother my little brother away
Even after a whileI keep chasing
and kicking any forklift that I see
It rolls on by clinking
like the cough before taking another
Forgiveness doesn't suit your cold steel heart
I go on trying like the days
when you drums and I sing
forgetting doesn't end your drum beat sound
I hate the forklift
I don't like the machine
I hate the forklift
I don't like you forklift