FOLKLIFT

Snow hides without a trace
Taking my brother my little brother away
Even after a while
I keep chasing and kicking any forklift that I see

It rolls on by clinking
Like the cough before taking another
Forgiveness doesn't suit your cold steel heart

I go on trying
Like the days when you drum and I sing
Forgetting doesn't end your drum beat sound

I hate the forklift, I don't like the machine
I hate the forklift, I don't like you forklift