| the little minnesota girl was vanished away she was in a place where the people weren't really people. but their sounds were the comfort that rested in her times it was laughter like any other laughter they were tears like any other tears but everything was different. she looked for something that would give her common sense she, being a star gazer looked to the hevens. and it is here disorientation sweeps over her the sky was not the same there were no constellations from her memories of childhood her position didn't matter it just wasn't the same she was a woman now this was not the same heaven that hung over minnesota. |
| Not the Same Sky Over Minnesota |