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We have found ourselves in the middle of the way:
a curiously narrow fairy tale road
streamlined
it reaches far and wide
over mountains of tribulations
through valleys of peace and repose
across the carefree canyons that naturally divide
*
We have found ourselves in the middle of the way:
a curiously narrow fairy tale road
streamlined
it reaches far and wide
over mountains of tribulations
through valleys of peace and repose
across the carefree canyons that naturally divide
.
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I went on this path one day
off the straight and narrow way
looking to find the unknown
unafraid to be alone
A skip in my stride
my smile a mile wide
passion perspiring inside
.
Suddenly, there’s a shadow
beside my own. “It can’t be so!”
No one came with me, I know
Nobody else wished to go
Who could it be then?
How shall I begin?
Where did it happen and when?
.
Steady is the hand
keeping balance in the land
as it measures the cost
of freedom on demand
.
A hero’s song unsung
off the tip of a silent tongue
reminds us of the place where
only the good die young!
.
With red roses near
blue skies that stretch for years
those broad stripes and bright stars
prepare our youth for tears
.
“Left, right, left…” we stride
to breach the great divide
We must march together
or risk this nation’s pride
.
If In God We Trust
but for more loot we lust
the Golden Calf we’ll praise
half buried in the dust
.
About face!
.
As one united nation
let us move in the same direction –>
towards a day worth remembering
and a history worth repeating
.