Stewart Watkins Biography

Never lose that luminous light
Especially when the veil of night befalls
Always continue the good fight
Even when dreams seemingly forestall
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Memories..... so many scratching at my brain
So many to ponder just wondering why things can't be the same

But silly of me to conjure such thoughts
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Low, way below the wrought, rain and sun-beaten asphalt of man
Dwell empty, hungry, crying souls in search of the master's plan

Some black and some white, some young and some old
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Up, up arduous hills
Coasting down feeling the thrills

Through the forest and back to asphalt
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I stared the ugly truth in its face
Then I boldly walked away from shame and disgrace

So many beautiful years were taken
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