I WELCOME THE WOUNDED
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I WELCOME THE WOUNDED

Soon you’ll be free
Wait on my side
I won’t even come back
Not till I am
But I am all ready
Seems like you don’t know

I welcome the wounded to my room
I can write, I can sing,
But I can’t follow you
Well! I’m sane
But not trained to see within your range
Truly, I feel the sun’s coming down on me

Now I can’t hide
Not without my dream
To screen my mind and scan yours
Open your mind

I welcome the wounded to my room
I can write, I can sing,
But I can’t follow you
Well! I’m sane
But not trained to see within your range
Truly, I feel the sun’s coming down on me

GIRL IN RAGS
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GIRL IN RAGS

Walking across the cobbled stones,
Green and gold splayed all around
A dream came true
right in from of me

When I touched,
and when I saw
All that gold so brown, so dry
Falling like pieces of nightmare

There I saw a girl so dark
Sensuous woman beautiful
A depth beyond, a strength so vast
Like endless waves upon a shore

Girl in Rags, you’re not alone

Answers scattered all around
Like shells upon a sandy shore
A world to win
Break those chains and fly

We’ll change the colors brown to green
Red flowing through all the streams
Clouds depart
The black bird sings

Fight you must for salvation
Stop their fun, their restriction
We will win, we will fly
Open out your mind

Girl in rags you’re not alone

GRAY
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GRAY

Watching the world through the bars of my window
All I can see is traffic, cars, pollution
Those trees around me their beauty is sadness
Branches they seem reaching to be free

Yet they’re so cold, impassive, unmoved
Thinking of only their ease
And then, cool breeze around them
Dew drops on leaflets
Forgotten like starfish, washed to the seashore
Thrown to the cold wind by waves

Yet all must go on, misguided disorder
Feelings blown like dry leaves in the wind
They talk of their love, their passions, emotions
Yet all is paper, dust, disillusion

Can’t they just see them, their minds in disorder
Crying for feeling, for love
Savage perversion controlling hunger, starvation
Masses are rising
Young blood is fuming
To blow them to heaven, sky high

OBAMA THANKS FOR COMING
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OBAMA THANKS FOR COMING

Americans turn around
Recognize Liberty was never easy
Bloody our history
The penalty for the price of Equality

Obama thanks for coming

The lamp of Equality he lit
in the darkness of segregated society
The seed of unity he watered with
the blood of the army
and the 16th Presidency

Abraham Lincoln,
The father who freed the slaves
Although physically liberated
Psychologically wounded brutally

Through the heat and dust of inustice
and oppression
He dared to dream
Brotherhood, nonviolence, unity, justice and
peace for all
The panacea for the disease of segregation

The blood of Martin Luther King
washed and purified the nation
Freedom at last, free at last
Thank God Almighty we are free at last

Finally from the lineage and heritage
Of the great black and white race
Broken are the heavy chains of segregation
From the minds of the new generation

Obama, thanks for coming

Americans the time has come to bury
The coffin of slavery
Engraved on it’s epitaph
Died in the 21st Century

Exterminated finally
by the 44th Presidency
Consecreted in the 16th Century
With the Declaration of Independence

Lincoln’s Emancipation Proclamation
A Century later
Eternal nonviolent dream
Of the One and Only Martin Luther King

Audacity of hope
In the face of war and adversity
Broken are the heavy chains of segregation
From the minds of the new generation

Freedom at last, free at last
Thank God Almighty we are free at last