Monday, September 14, 2009

I Come From...

I come from.. the wind's past
Blown through life, no anchor'd last
No idea of where I'd be
Or the things that I would see

I come from a world denied
A place where cops and teachers lied
Where people fought and shots rang loud
Where sometimes smog would be your cloud

I come from a home of love
But was snatched away by those above
A world where poverty was a crime
And seeing family was restricted time

I come from a world of walls
A place where barriers were tall
Where children lived, but parents, not
And when the wind stopped, I was caught

I come from a world of pain
Where tears come more often then the rain
Where families fought and broke in two
Where things lasting were untrue

I come from the stars, the sky
And I'll go back there when I die
Where everything exists as one
Until the universe is done

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