I know why the caged bird sings
to drown out the sound of silent despair
for the beautiful resonating sound it brings
remembering blue skies and fresh spring air
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It's a cold balmy night
A chill wind whips across an empty yard
Devoid of life, twinkling in the twilight
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A bird screams in flight
The wind blows across the sky
Carrying the sound
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shadows whisper and echo tears
amid the laughter hides the fear
in the dying of the light the vision clears
but the truth stays hidden behind smoke and mirrors
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we sat on the yard trying to look hard
like a collection of brutish retards
when out of nowhere the siren did blare
somebody went into intensive care
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she sits there with that smile so inquisitive
that look in her eye as if she were the definitve
authority
on my inner being
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here I lay in silent dead of night
amid the cigarette ashes and irredescent moonlight
shimmering through my little eye to paradise
to set sail aboard this ghastly vessel
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the empty sidewalk where chalklines still show
bullets bang loudly down the boulevard
seeds planted in tragedy never grow
meanwhile, everyone wants to be a star
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a thousand times he's walked the world
for countless more will he toil
through the dust and debris
of ages past and yet to dawn
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a man falls clutching his chest
steel piereced flesh
faces smile in jest
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