4/25/03
Summer breeze, across the ocean
Dancing, tangling with nights possession
Sound of freedom, crashing through the air
Still we are all standing here.
Who we are?
Who we are?
Your name, my name
It spelled naturally
Wonderness,
Never comes.
Who we are?
So down,
My innocent mind was raped as I was raped too
With my breathless, soundless, faceless twin
With angerness, I asked.
Who am i?
What am i?
Everyday I owned the air
Different views, different crisis.
Seems like forever.
Where are we going now?
Who we are?
Who we are?
© Reina h. Lorenzo
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