focused open see my future
beheld through the forest green ,
stroke the galaxy with swollen fingers
plant life in abundant leaves
now,we know,
we grow roots from culture
draw life from the fire ring
words spill down onto pages i have and end up in the songs i sing....
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with my face up to the sun/
brace myself for the times to come
and i won't stop till victory is won
can't stop me now for i have begun
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sun cries,and the clear blue skies
start to brew over head,
particles of light shine through my soul like sheen on my dreads
i wish Victor Santos could see me now
but he's already dead.
i guess i'll try to make it up
by saying the things he never said.
but it always seems to change..........
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sometimes i feel a little bit lonely
and slightly ashamed
i feel like i'm losing my mind
although i feel sane
it may be that i'm not so tough
too much stress on the brain...
but it always seems to change./
sometimes,i say
pretty much anything
just to get my way..
don't feel as if i could
make it through the day.
rely on the lord within
and wait for my train /
but it always seems to change........