Battle day
In the sticky summer heat
Swelter riots- refuse defeat,
Stomp-, and cry, in the florescent lights a lie,
But I don’t remember, last night I cried.
And tomorrow?
Will I once again meet my sorrow?
When I close my eyes, will I sea it’s all a lie
{And remember}, the day before last
When I cried for the time past
When I was hung out to dry
But for today, I stomp, I cry
Today the colors are one, and maybe well bleed, well bleed into one.
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