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Feb 2016
have you ever thought
you were meant for greater good

that your life was
misunderstood

others blame
yet they don't know
your name

its no game
this consonant
strain

when you feel you have
no power at all
lead by the call

one women to the next
who has prayed for a man
to come
only to be called away to the next
broken soul

the drugs no longer numb  
how could i be so dumb
i'm empty inside
i'm bursting at the seams

lost and found
knock knock knock
its all in the sound

i cant tell
if im lost
or found
ROBERT W KODAMA
Written by
ROBERT W KODAMA  avera ga
(avera ga)   
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     --- and Tonya Maria
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