I shall sing a song
here at the crossroads
where flower breeds
and decision fights.
The wit of life
pushes emotions away
to the pit of reason
and all that sings
is the road
to the crossroads,
The cross roads of human frame
The human frame of the crossroads
That charms me here.
Yea, I shall sing a song
and my song shall wake the dead.
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