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Jan 2016
I built this road with the wrong sidewalk
The man who walked on it told me so
He said he couldn’t hear the smooth sounds
Only the bitter tones where bad dreams go

He felt justice all the way to the marrow
Seeing the man made me think about it more
I try to stay out of everybody’s business
But I’m saying the next road won’t be like before

I paved my own road
All I did was lose my way
He knew it when he saw it
But I didn’t know what he was trying to say

I could scatter the rocks side to side this time
And make it a little wider for everyone to see
Nothing to divide with only street lights to share
We can be together singing songs about being free

I wondered what’s wrong with acting like that
I didn’t think too much about if it could be true
I just wanted to believe in something greater
But the man said I should sing them for you

I paved another road
This time I found my way
I saw her standing close to me
I turned to thank him but he said some other day
Mark Lecuona
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