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Jan 2011
What's it mean to build a human being?
From the ground to the sky
Show em the truth or just lie

Everyone is special and unique
And we all think it's happiness we seek

We all got a purpose to our lives, a reason to why we're here
But most of us are clueless and truly unclear

Hell, I don't even know who I am to be
Whether it's flippin' fries or sellin' CD's

We don't know who we wanna be
And what we wanna do
But how you gonna get there?
It's a riddle with no clue
You just gotta push past the ****
And hope the sunshine comes through

The rain is gone
And a rainbow is there
Marvel at the sight
You got time to spare
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Alexander Montgomery Dawson
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