*****
Hey You!
This road is long
The lanes are narrow
Destination, has a name
You may call it, what you want to
But it’s all, the very same
I’ve come here
An individual
Free to say, what I believe
Because I know, that silent living
Is a fearful, web to weave
So hear me now
Young sons and daughters
From the edge, I say to you
Better try, to find your voices
Or your dreams, will slip right through
*****
2007-12-02
01:23:00
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Anonymous
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➔ Poetry
I just added 'young' today. It needs a beat there.
2007-12-02
01:55:36 ·
update #1