Small riot

Small riot, Breaking by the bottle of dawn. Please do not disturb me, While I lay on the floor.

I hear the small quiet— Of the sound, Of the grieving mother.

Smoke town, Take me further away. Floating towards the sky. Taking all of the time away.

Would you call? If I let out a small crisis.

I can still see the light, Still coming from your door.

There was a small riot, People bleeding over a day.

Make me an amending moon, As many as the snowflakes. Right after the day.

Would you call? If I threw another minute away?

Smoke town, There was a small riot.