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Blood In the Street of Our Reason

I can’t run
I can’t hide
It’s frying in my mind

I can’t shirk
I can’t squirm
It’s frying and now, now
I am blind

Eyes pouring blood
in the street of our reason
roads calling for repair
collective spirit joining together
born, in a brand new season.

Winds blowing cold from melting seas
Heat building like a spreading disease
Time to serve the earth and
give our freedom to our home
Belong where we plant our feet
like trees claiming and giving back
true peace by forfeiting our desires
for real needs,
for real needs.

I can’t run
I can’t hide
It’s frying in my mind

I can’t shirk
I can’t squirm
It’s frying and now, now
I am blind

Eyes pouring blood
in the street of our reason
roads calling for repair
collective spirit joining together
born, in a
brand new season.

Born In A Brand New Season!

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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