THEIR WILL HEARD BY THE WORLD
No I was full and nobody
for all with a sigh
"It will be nice."
They didn't mean anything
tying up a gay, prancing
ponderous God
seen always trotting along
tired not caring
what happened to me
in this world I feel
that going through
whatever happens
some in society knew
how I feel with God
contempt
my spirit didn't consider
the matter at all
I feel sure like that
it settled here
a few years ago
and has been its own
ever since the street
spread out and mothers
here go hovering
to the fourth generation
lots of young boys scramble
out of the nests
go off and decide
to grow up their will
heard by the world
for all with a sigh
"It will be nice."
They didn't mean anything
tying up a gay, prancing
ponderous God
seen always trotting along
tired not caring
what happened to me
in this world I feel
that going through
whatever happens
some in society knew
how I feel with God
contempt
my spirit didn't consider
the matter at all
I feel sure like that
it settled here
a few years ago
and has been its own
ever since the street
spread out and mothers
here go hovering
to the fourth generation
lots of young boys scramble
out of the nests
go off and decide
to grow up their will
heard by the world
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