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A Stranger to Tomorrows |
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May 28, 2001 |
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I am a stranger - |
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An illegal alien seeking refuge |
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In the sacred walls of new tomorrows, |
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Pleading for safety |
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On these shores of promise - |
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Seeking a new home, |
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A place to live without the danger |
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Of the banging on the door |
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Splintered from its efforts to |
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Protect me from |
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The inner betrayal� |
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Leaving me mercilessly exposed |
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To guns of anger and guilt |
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Carried by the soldiers of hatred |
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Ruled by the tyrant |
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Of a self trapped |
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In the backwardness of yesterdays |
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Using raw force |
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To obliterate the haunting voices |
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Of dreams unfulfilled, |
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Of promises unkept, |
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Of longings still wandering |
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the littered streets and alleys |
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of this place called Me. |
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I am a stranger. |
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What will this new land hold for me? |
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Safety or prejudice? |
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Will I be able to assimilate |
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Into the world around me |
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Or will I need to seek a hiding place |
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| To find the safety |
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I seek within my pleading spirit, |
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Search for with my longing heart, |
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Cry for with the voices |
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Screaming in my mind |
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On days like this |
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When the secret police of anxiety |
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Are close upon my trail |
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Seeking, searching |
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To deport me back into |
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| The hopelessness |
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| Of the land of Yesterday. |
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LJA |
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CONTENTS |
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