#402329 added January 26, 2006 at 3:35pm Restrictions: None
Wondering 9/9/93
Whenever there is a gentle breeze,
And I watch it blow through the trees,
I begin to wonder, if you please,
All about being free.
When I'm reading a book,
I stop and look,
Thinking of all the hands I've shook,
And of all the lives they took.
Why can't they live in peace?
Why can't they have a look?
They can't get a lease,
For all those lives they took.
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