Ender

Oh my baby,

The nights are long and the times are tough, I'm stuck at the crossroads with a pitchfork in hand ready to stand the picket line in front of Ol' Saint Peter.

All it takes is finding a voice, a guide, a light that guides and a soul that provides. Fiction or not, it is all the same.

Oh my baby,

Being far from home makes the mind all but scrambled. A call in the night can sound empty as their lies.

Oh my...