Charlie Jackson Biography

As I reach up to the sky,
I must seem so shy.
All I want to see,
Is what lay ahead of me,
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I'm tired.
Tired of the stuff that goes on.
What happened to the dawn.
What happened to the sadness being gone.
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My Eldorado is quaint,
It holds many a quaint things,
It has my mind, soul, and other things that sing.
I go there when I get lonely,
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Blue, purple, yellow, green...
All these colors I have seen.
Sun, rain, hail, snow...
All these weathers that I know.
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When will I know that the joy has run out?
How will I know that there is evil about?
Who will tell me how to be?
Is this whole decision up to me?
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