World Outside
when i was a young lad growin up on my own
just wanted to escape needed a place to run
did not know where to go but destiny won
now i have grown into the man that you see
waiting for life to throw me a bone
wanting that dream something to call my own
yeah we all kinda want that
picket fence dream of a home tho it all varietys in the mind
they say it all will come just give it time
life liberty happiness seem to be things of the past
if its not some war its the economy again
this place use to be the american dream
now its just broken pieces of what a country use to be
whats of the future no one really knows
shall we rise up and take back our home
will it be blood shed hell like ways of the past
or shall we learn from our fore fathers peaceful visions instead
life liberty happiness seem to be things of the past
if its not some war its the economy again
this place use to be the american dream
now its just broken pieces of what a country use to be
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