People in time
Stepping on rocks
or glass in your feet
people do roam
still people we meet
box cars and busses
cars with no tops
longing for freedom
with so many cops
placing a Mark
upon stone that's so cold
starring at people
in time that grow old
stiries that tell
of people in time
hoping in life
my soul I do find
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