Honduras
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Sometimes on long roads I look out the window and watch the grass move
The blurring ground brings Honduras back to me
I look up and for a moment it's there
I can hear it
I can feel it
"Yo es fuerte."
I met a girl who had gone through hell
She had gone through and come back again
I met a girl who had God in her eyes
She had escaped without a trace of where she'd been
She told me not to cry
Stop
to Edinburgh castle, I’m in tran-sit.
There’s a grass mar-ket
and a little vegan shop.
All summer I discover and revisit for-mer
favorite cor-ners
of Scotland.
Them big brown eyes – they swallow me
So deep, in sleep
They’ve wept, parents crept
Away from dreaming, hoping young
Not so much as mockingbird sung
I saw, my own brown eyes
The kids inside the walls become adults
While The kids outside the walls become adults
And The kids inside the walls wash their guilt away with vodka and rum
So they don't have to feel
A little blonde girlshe stepped onto a plaine and away with her family she went
Away from her friendsand her comforts and carefreeswith her ponitailed hair all unkempt
