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Child of the Big Highway
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The mist that evening uses
To cover the ***** city streets ...
The invaded inner city streets
( The demons )
&
The angels waiting here
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( young children always try to sing )
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Freedom is a'drift
It is a subtle feeling of self worth that is relentless
It saw death once and has vowed
To never be there again
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Oh
Leu us not glorify mystic visions
Or brazen symbolism
But
In midst the infinite anywheres
The littlest child always lingers in the midst
Of the city street
With death his constant companion
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( And you and I too are here )
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We write the story
We make the song
We show the movie
We write the poem
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We also LIVE
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We bring the love that makes the peace
Or we fail as human beings
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We walk our own streets with
Our
Own
Friends
We walk until we reach THE END
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