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A Breeze

by Harold Millican



Laid back in my own world, takin’ it slow
People say things are easy. Sometimes they’re wrong
What could they know about emotions?
Love you give and get it back?
Think to yourself… What could anyone know about your emotions?
Do they care?
How could they feel your pain?
Did they see you cry?
This is the blues in the sky
A blues…
For you and I
Life is like a rollercoaster, slow to begin and fast to the end.
No one can ever feel the pain some of us feel
But for some life is not a drag
While for others It’s a dingy dishrag
In a breeze, the race of man is crying for every life gone down
And the black man is frowning, he used to SMILE
Really
What is life’s meaning? You tell me.
If you knew you’d go down in history
Cause, I’m in my world daydreamin’ in a breeze

12/01/2007

Posted on 12/01/2007
Copyright © 2020 Harold Millican

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