You,Me and All of Us
Let's shout out who we are.
Who we all really are,
because our closets filled up
with these bones.
With a fist in your hand,
follow through what's been planned.
We'll throw this king
from his un earned throne.
Because the kids with their looks,
all ends the same,
then their crooks.
They never used what they've learned
in books.
All adds up to the sum.
Im not your practical son.
Wave hello and
good night to the sun.
Copyright © Johnny Scianna | Year Posted 2011
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