Contribution to all things blue
How hot is this sun? And will I fry?
Chains on my feet and a song in my soul
Officers watching me; total control
I think of my family, far off in the east
I hope their alright since their mom is deceased
Time passes by as I think of the past
This keeps me at bay, the feeling must last
Railroads for miles allow you to roam
Maybe one day, I'll be back home
Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2006-08-29 at 22:59
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Folk Blues Again
Days goes by and I wonder whyHow hot is this sun? And will I fry?
Chains on my feet and a song in my soul
Officers watching me; total control
I think of my family, far off in the east
I hope their alright since their mom is deceased
Time passes by as I think of the past
This keeps me at bay, the feeling must last
Railroads for miles allow you to roam
Maybe one day, I'll be back home
Poetry by Coolaaron88
Read 477 times
Written on 2006-08-29 at 22:59
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