i thought i would post something new here.

Mother Home (Short Boy, Tin Can)

This is a tale, of a short boy on a train,
Looking across this land to where he is supposed to be,
To join the government, and work for alchemy,
It is time for him to show who he can be.

A short boy on a train,
Looking away,
Seeing his home burn,
He just lives on,
With his brother, the tin can,
And all they wanted was their mother home.

Learning their way of truth and justice,
Living their life as a alchemist,
To create something new it takes something old,
That was the way of there begging young lies,
So now the short boy was on a leash,
as a dog of the government.

A short boy on a train,
Looking away,
Seeing his home burn,
He just lives on,
With his brother, the tin can,
And all they wanted was their mother home.

A short boy on a train,
Looking away,
Seeing his home burn,
He just lives on,
With his brother, the tin can,
And all they wanted was their mother… home.

Mother home
Their own mother home,
And all they wanted was their mother…Home