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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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