beautiful photo.
Twenty-five years and my life is still,
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope,
For a destination.
I realized quickly when I knew I should,
That the world was made up of this brotherhood of man,
For whatever that means.
And so I cry sometimes,
When I'm lying in bed Just to get it all out,
What's in my head,
And I, I am feeling a little peculiar.
And so I wake in the morning,
And I step outside,
And I take a deep breath and I get real high,
And I scream from the top of my lungs,
What's going on?
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