Twisting and turning, going down spiral roads,
trying to find our way along the edges of life.
Keeping all our hearts in one definite pattern,
not wanting to stray into jungles where hearts
run wild and carefree, never being tamed while
alive.
Taking care to be in the measures of time, not
letting liberty and freedom of America get away
from us.
Necessity and never-ending blessings falling
incessantly down roads of another dimension,
racing and pulling thoughts of justice and
freedom with us.
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