| Moving ahead fom my struggles of yesterday
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| On a musical journey that will bliss
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| The mind, body and the raw soul
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| My inspiration, my joy, my thoughts, my heart
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| Form the young mind to win old hearts
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| We speak many languages, yet we can’t relate
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| To the battles we face
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| We are different in some many ways
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| Yet so much is still the saem
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| Abandoned, abused, used, tried and lied to
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| Some exit life as we know it
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| Traveling like light, like light, like light
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| Like lights, like lights, like lights
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| Some moving right beside you
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| Some dare to try it
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| They don’t wanna live no more, no
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| Some continue to stand and fight
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| Not knowing where they go, but they go
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| Hoping and praying for a better tomorrow every night
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| Lol is what we do when old folks speak
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| Many don’t care for the deep roots of those trees
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| But they used to care and share a lot more than we do
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| Though they don’t have much at times
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| But they made it through
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| And these selfish sexual and demonic days
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| Young hearts find it hard to concentrate, can’t meditate
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| Confused, drowning in electrowaves and symbols
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| I remember, I remember my grannie used to speak of days
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| Of shilings and pences, now we talk dollars and cents
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| In everything there’s good and bad
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| Moments that make me laugh, moments that make me sad
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| Like everything in due time, in due season
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| Which is the reason I say
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| There’ll be a day, there’ll be a way
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| There’ll come a time to sing a brand new song
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| There’ll be, there’ll be
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| There will be a better, a better tomorrow
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| Better tomorrow, yeah |