Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Wash, rinse, repeat

Warriors of freedom
Chimes and crimes of passion
The walls fall
The rain blows sideways
In our faces
The rebel wants change
Now, not later
And this is me Lord
This is me
The morning is always the same
Newspaper stories and songs
Of nothing or less
Protect us from your leaders
And your followers
The lights are blinding me
The tales have been told 
These songs have been sung
Taken for granted 
Convictions and restrictions
don't bode well for lovers of art
Love, understanding
Left demanding the truth in the rain
Line up to tell them
Wake up to history
Our fathers
And mothers
Walked this road
On the way back home

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