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A soul for a compass and a heart for a pair of wings. Preferred Pronoun?:
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me. Relationship Status:
All I own are the strides I spend to the finish line. ![]() Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Somewhere in between here and gone.
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He was her only child, her baby boy
She was his second daughter, a father's pride and joy. Somebody's mother, brother, best friend, sister, lover Maybe an A-1 student running, hiding, taking cover. . . People say, "Not in this neighborhood! It doesn't happen here! Our kids have everything, What do we have to fear?" But what about the ones who say, "This happens every day; Drugs and violence take our children. How much more death can come our way?" Don't you know? Some bullets find their targets Bombs can take you right on cue Some in the hands of babies Or officials and their crew Claimed the brother had a gun She fit the profile in my book Running, hiding, taking cover, didn't take the time to look Somebody's mother, brother, best friend, sister, lover. . . The women gather crying tears that fill a million oceans It doesn't matter where you're living.
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Two or three things I know for sure, And one is that I would rather go naked Than wear the coat the world has made for me. |
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