all the husbands
and the sons
turned to heroes
boy soldiers
turn into men.
one day
before you die
you'll feel the weight
of a gun.
but is your soul ever
going to be
free?
that weight
its too much
when did it all
get so damn heavy?
even if we're different as
night and day
like baby to mother
from midnight
to high noon
over and over
one always follows
the other.
higher and higher
wider and wider
the sky opens
like a new flower
the first drop
of every rainstorm.
beauty to protect
from harm.
you never have
a chance
when its
sweet temptation,
but is your soul free?
you'll find the ripcord
someday you'll get release.
You've had a helluva time
lets put it out to dry
lets hang it on a line.
swing like two kids
pretending to spy.
teenage wasteland,
teenage kicks,
teenage dreams
are still mine.
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