lost in a dream
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lost in a dream
a crippled nation
struggles to scale
a clueless place
there are those that cry
there are those that die
there are no tombstones
engraving the names of our ancestors
but you can see them
carved across the grave
galloping along the inner city
on a sunday afternoon after mass ended
without questions
without hope
disengaged lapses of memory lost
lies deep within undeciphered nightmares
fond memories go by quickly
great times die instantly
hey nene
you're now in the bronx
where villains are the same
except they wear kicks, and hoodies
watch your ass
if there is light
beaming across the skies
on the horizon
striking at the image
before its too late
and listen to a peaceful bird
chirping good news
there was an old bird
who can harmonize old rhythm
sing old songs
most of us
didn't even knew is existed ever
puts one to sleep
and every day is a gift
i heard the sounds of blistering winds anyway
it is time to go
it's time to head back to the waves
sounds one hears in the ocean
i'll give you a call
and convey to you what he has to say