When the Clover Blows
Standing stones in a field of green
Countless lives, broken dreams
Where is the child
Lost to the years
Bicycle rides, flying a kite
A new dawns brightness, a twinkie’s first bite
The innocence of the youngster
A river of tears
Child grows and goes off to school
There he’s taught the golden rule
While behind their masks,idology and cries
They neglect to mention sometimes people die
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