there's a kid somewhere dying slowly in a hospital.
he hasn't met me yet- but i Bet
he would love if i read his favorite story by his bed.
there's a wounded vet,
who doesn't wanna talk about war-
he could talk to me-about'is kids
and across the globe?
there's a syrian mother.
in serious trouble.
maybe she could listen
....to some of our "serious problems"
'n lyrical nonsense.
i Told'er i Did Not Know-Where,
her son was
....she still gave me half her handkerchief to wipe my brow 'n told me to watch,
the sun rise.
Last edited by Pharaohs Army; 09-07-2015 at 01:03 AM.
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