I Am Not Somebody
I Am Not Somebody
Holding up they head they drift write bye.
No water droplets from the rain
could evere slide in there.
They look at everyone else to be nobody there.
Have they ever registered they fellow man.
If it is The Lone Ranger they would quickly look away.
And decide it was noone But Claymore Mine was there.
Why do they decide,
that no one can compare to them.
They are the cats meow,
They do not ever plow or work for scratch.
They carry worth upon they back.
They are somebody.
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