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Ruby Ridge - Flight 93

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My own personal opinion, and Let me tell you now, I know everything about everything...the only difference between a lyric and a poem, is that typed out as a lyric, you will see things like
"repeat chorus"
verse 12 verse 2 bridge etc.
This makes it a lyric. But if you delete those useless notes, and type the entire thing, it becomes a poem. In actuality, any song can be read/recited as a poem, and any poem, yes, any poem, can be sung. Bottom line, is there is no difference what-so-ever in a poem and a lyric. But it makes for interesting argument/debate sometimes.


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Ruby Ridge - Flight 93

(Most of my songs start out as poetry, then a song, this one went backwards, first it was a song and now poetry. It is on Youtube, search "veebdosa " then look for RUBY RIDGE - FLIGHT 93.
     RUBY RIDGE - FLIGHT 93
Sometimes some things just happen.
Sometimes some people won't see eye to eye.
When it's all done, we wonder why.

There was a mother crying.
Up on Ruby Ridge, it was her time to die.
There was no time to wonder why.

Why can't we live together?
I don't know.
How do we blow it?
I don't know.
If I could reach your mind,
maybe we could find it,
but I don't know,
I swear I just don't know.

One bright September morning
Over Pennsylvania, were some dreams meant to fly,
No one even thought a dream could die.

And when they said let's roll, they
knew the end was coming, and some people would cry.
There was no time to wonder why.

Why can't we live together?
I don't know.
Why do we blow it?
I don't know.
If I could reach your mind,
maybe we could find it,
but I don't know,
I swear I just don't know.
© ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet

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  1. Date: 3/13/2013 6:18:00 AM
    I enjoyed your remembrance of that fatal flight. We'll never forget.

  1. Date: 3/12/2013 6:38:00 PM
    Reads like a true folk song, a little blue and a little hopeful, good tune.