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He ran Fast as anyone can Away from home He chose to roam Didn’t get along But he took his song He ran far Now living in a car Not much company Such an epiphany Freedom rang Every time he sang Sleeping in his car His pillow his guitar Song his creation The road his destination Dreams he has many Doubts, no room for any His heart so large His soul in charge Living in a car Guided by a star As if blind He left so much behind Stubbornly he wanted more Wind beneath his wings to soar Fast foods, fast times Hard hills, hard climbs Living in a car Healing of a scar Like a baby bird has flown Alone into a zone unknown Why he made a dash Was he headed for a crash? He made a hard choice Hoping for one to hear his voice Can this boy sing? To him it’s everything And it will do him good He’s going to Hollywood
Alfred Ramos
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