From the hand of a government man
Came these papers
Came these
captain, there are doubtsregardingyour abilityto lead themthe menlead themthere
A forged silhouette on concrete
And there lands the template
A man
I'm the paint on the road
The weight of your load
With
Enough today
Too long silent
Please send a feeling
Think me a thought
Gone
I been thinkin about the time before
Every time you leave,
And
How to say it
When it don't come
I'm not tryin' to
A political contribution
Like the weeds in a garden
Eyesore for the
With the message comes pain
With the dreams come sadness
With the
methe nightmy compadre Raymondwe were jumping fencesjumping for freedomRay says,
Silence to regain composure or rather music to soothe
Maybe a
This is my key
And I have seen
This is my cup
An
The future holds a mystery
We talk but don't know
We hope
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