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Young in America
Free this and RIP that look where the world at
When will the lost be found
When will the wronged be right
When will the children sleep at night
When will the lights come on again
When will my heart feel again
All I can say is AMEN
To be kept in this world alone
But still have somewhere to call Home
Four walls made of many stones that have heard many tones
So many memories left at the sea
Damn I remember me .
When will the lost be found
When will the wronged be right
When will the children sleep at night
When will the lights come on again
When will my heart feel again
All I can say is AMEN
To be kept in this world alone
But still have somewhere to call Home
Four walls made of many stones that have heard many tones
So many memories left at the sea
Damn I remember me .
Published 4th Dec 2017
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