Bubbles

The forgotten river, now remembered.
The once calm tides, 
In a perfect symphony
Now crash with fury.
In a battle with the rocks,
The blooming flowers that once stood in full bloom,
Now lay in broken ruins,

"Follow the yellow brick road",
Is what lost children are told.
It's simple just to do what you're told,
And follow the yellow brick road.

It's not possible to follow the road.
I must break the mold,
Or face the cold.

Welcome to the land of misfits.
We are the ones
Who don’t fit in.
We are the ones 
Who were banished for our sins.
We are the ones
Who are lost.

Welcome to the land of problematic kids.
We are the ones