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Bound by the cities

Bound by another one's pity's

Expect a place to be

Or expect not want to be seen

And I'll take you as walking money

I see you as a pretty big funny

We and I, all have found our place

And you my dear, have barely found a face

Bound to me, and to my briefcase

I'll lend you a smile, but you're a secret disgrace

Find the comfort in another's eyes

But in reality, another girl will have them hooked on their clever disguise

Find a place to be

Or expect not want to be seen

Stuck in a rut

With no qualities, not knowing what

Who are you and what are you in this city?

Gone and withdrawn, alone and all shitty?

Expect a place to see

Or expect us to be mean

For you are bound

What goes around, comes around

You are stuck here, forever with me

With no voice, or founding plea

For you are bound

My slave, to paint my sacred ground

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O my great one! 

How you shine! Shine! Shine!

The arms of the ages open,

Receiving those worn, scarred and weary souls

To embrace a new freedom of dreams!

O my soul of loving concern,

For those beaten by war, 

And the ravages of man's frailties 

That most often lurk unseen within his being,

Lift up your best alms,

And transform those regrets 

Beyond the iniquities of the past.

Streets paved with the shadows 

Of lonely and searching immigrants 

Lost in time and groping for security,

Never allowing malice to obsure your divinity.

Shine! Shine! Shine On!

6:23 PM 7/8/2013 ©

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I'm walking down the street

I've got no place to go

Gravity's got my feet

And it won't let them go

There's no one around

When the sun goes down

Just me and lonley

I can't let it go

The man in the moon

He smiles at me

And I wonder

Why he's so happy

He says I got to let it go

He says I got to let it go

I'm walking down the street

I've got no place to go

Gravity's got my feet

and it finally let them go