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| "Come on, save me from destruction", cries the victim in the rain. The loneliest stoner who tried to slash his veins. His wisdom is elusive as it lingers in the wild. He talks to me, he lies to me, the lost and fallen child. He calls to me from the emptiness that burns down in his soul. He speaks to voices in his head, the forces beyond control. The sunshine touches concrete on the east side of town. I walk through the city and I follow him down. The gangster lives in everyone, in the ghetto, in the rain. He sleeps inside a crack house, numb to the tears and pain. He suffers like a dying man, his soul is black with sorrow. He hopes to build a future; he might not live to see tomorrow. His anger and aggression holds no place in society. Only love from the highest ground can set his spirit free. - Catherine T. |
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| SPLIFF? a song for Eric |
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