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This image is a glimpse of what I'd like to taste
the time that I spend not searching seems a waste
the lines shape out an everlasting truth
that we once discovered when innocent and full of youth

I can't see cuz a blanket is over me
of stars and scars and bars that hold me down
take it off I swear I'm willing to tear it to the ground
because of all the cost of curiosity

spellbinder find me one with such words
that could bring me the strength that I would deserve
if I found incentive to carry on the curse
of life and death for better or worse

I can't see cuz a blanket is over me
of stars and scars and bars that hold me down
take it off I swear I'm willing to tear it to the ground
because of all the cost of curiosity

dance beyond the dark of a new found light
sway the rhythm of balance to a height
of spirited movements and cosmical ways
the silhouette of cherished moments shaded by normal days

I can't see cuz a blanket is over me
of stars and scars and bars that hold me down
take it off I swear I'm willing to tear it to the ground
because of all the cost of curiosity
**Faded Fate**
that seven days-
i still think about the idea of someone sleeping outside in the cold-
i get very nervous and sad-
when it's cold and i am smoking in front of my home-
then again i kinda smirk and smile-
i know it could happen again-
me outside after the library closes-
sitting and waiting-
wishing and hoping-
i never thought that day would come-
shopping at the dollar store-
thinking i can make it-
all i need is something-
if it rains-
if it rains-
if it rains-
well it did and it got dark-
so i chickened out of the outdoors-
i went in search of warmth-
i found the only fresh grass in the whole parking lot-
darkness is different in the forest-
darkness is different in the city-
the first of my reflections of being homeless...
Some child may well

Be looking up to me

If I stumble

They'll be there to see

I gotta walk the walk

Talk the talk

Be all that I can be

Some child may well

Be looking up to me
Copyright Louis Brown

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