Sign of the Times
The temperature is black
Somewhere in sometime
Stuck in motion the slack
As I am devoted to those sins of men
Release those burdens
Release those children
Whose mind are blown on electronic
They whom are niether
Happy or living life sad and mad
Where are the dad's
Help them Lord God
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2018
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