Dejavu
Is one that is graceful,
is one that is sane,
one that is outspoken in all it shames,
eye for an eye,
a whips a cracken
shame on you darkee,
your skin be a blacken,
for the sky is so pretty, my soul is a lacken,
of flesh so pretty, as clean as can be,
why is it, this devil has taken over me,
I see my body a hangs from a tree,
of blood and tears that drip from my knee,
oh who, oh who could do this to me,
my father, my father ,oh when will i be
my day is a comin an soon he will see
why glory is my paradise the day i be free.
Copyright © Thelast Don | Year Posted 2014
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