Army brat
To someone I never knew but felt he like part of my home
Those sunsets listening overseas as though they were my own.
Then the Singer sang: Why, why, why tell them that it's human nature
why, why, why tell that its human nature....
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I have no reflection of the past yet in some strange twist of plot it fashions me
I have no reflection of the past yet it has a grasp of me
I have no reflection of the past yet it mirrors....me.
A me that that existed but it does not remember me.
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The Tune sways and croons in crevices dear
Eclectic melody and messages near but unclear
the soul broken like a bottle toss by a less than sober street pope
such is the rawness of the wound, the Trumpeter and notes elope.
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I am a summer block buster all bravado and excitement
an intricate piece of wiring that com bust into a million
shards of immediate contentment. I am hip-hop's bass
in Fight the Power and the glide of Terminator X's scratch
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