Lyrics

(part of a poem/freewriting, that's been broken into 3 different songs...this is the middle part)
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There are some pains I never meant to know.
Never meant to own.
Never meant to bring home.

A house that's full of wonder
took a bullet to the soul
and doesn't know
how to recover.

In the distance I can dream
I can dream
colored buildings red with
pride red with
anger
red with play & crayons.
I can dream of
kindergarten or old age.

But you prefer to blow away.

I hold on & hold on to
what little I hold
I pray & hope it won't
poison my soul
when you come to my face
& scream like I carry the sins
of the father.
I can't carry the sins of your father,
but I've got my own.

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(end part II)