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In Backwater


In Backwaters  my ancestors lives

In Backwaters was I conceived

In Backwaters was I born

In Backwaters was I raised

In Backwaters did I grew

In Backwaters I played

In Backwaters I worked

In Backwaters still living and giving.

I am moving on with the lazy current of times

In Backwaters,the funk come alongs with it is too funky

Leaving this Backwater Town of mine for the Frontwater City far off

where I can find myself living the live I want to live

Is this too much to ask,if I am trying to go off to better myself and my lot in 

this life?

I must keep treading around this backwater home of ours in an effort

to move to my far away frontwater home of ours...

My family,My Wife,My Children are there....but they will not get there 

before me anytime.

The Fresh Frontwaters is calling out to me saying come Nathan

Your place in the sun is with us.

We will not drown you,we are under the command of the Master of the Sea.

....He is the Living Water,Water of Life he is.

The waterdog is hearing the voices of waters....

In Backwaters...I will escape never to live again...only ruturning to visit.

In Frontwaters will I live and see the end with my wife and kids

When I get there,my losses will vanish within my winnings,God willing

 

 

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