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Nov 2010
There’s a way, there’s a way

It’s a cable bridge, brittle and diminishing

Still people keep crossing on
'Till those cables may finally brake


Some lose their lives, while others scared, head back
And just a few make it to
The land of freedom

It is beautiful, it’s enticing
Won’t you come risk your life for a dream?
Just keep on crossing, no matter if you lose your step

Keep on moving
Until those doors no longer show a crack

For those inside, those that live
With uncertainty

They will come to see
A change, a shift in fortunes

When judgments made, decision taken
Will determine how dreams unfold

We will see, we will see
If the blood, sweat, and tears
Running down our cheeks
Will endure the infinite fight
© February 13, 2010. Emanuel Martinez
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Emanuel Martinez
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