In a distant land,
With pen in hand,
I will write the words of tomorrow.
Words of joy and tender love,
And never a speck of sorrow.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
My Kind of People
You look like my kind of people.
Even if your skins a different shade
I still see you as an equal.
We're actually quite the same.
We're all skin and bone and soul
And we all get wet in the rain.
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