My voice. (SEQUAL to "broken pieces of me.)
My voice though....
It's everywhere
In the drink your drinking
In the air.
Through millions of decades
my voice has CRYED out
"someone help me...."
I can barley shout.
Ignore the hope,
The american dream....
Help us out.
We're all on the same boat
That's floating along this stream...
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