Brothers past cutaways colors gypsy bound,.echo war, echo bible every human sound..North
wind blows one way..told another South..stories echo sensed there..passed sound from the mouth..’Did you hear what they fear in S. Dakota hills?..native got that spirit..’cause they got the will’…respect calls, I listen..feel pull from my soul..way I been..new way to be..’bout the way I roll..
Hot day W. L.A. way..woman Muslim wrapped..her eyes, way she moves..defends her man-made trap..then another pretty young feels free in her way..she cries alone..remembers something on Father’s Day..hose is on sprinkle lawn..white fence wood picket..children laugh play under sun..hope there ain’t a ticket..free smile on young faces..worth cost of that law..in times of desperation..remember smiles I saw..
When a child young, half wild..freedom was a friend..games of pioneer times..true blue ’till the end..got a little older..world, a keg to tap..dreams of home, woman a child sits her lap..how each person put forth what was in their soul..react to what is rule called fact..or true the way they roll..paper routes..games, fights, shouts what to believe..confusion lends uneeded bends..make folks lie deceive..
When a child happy half wild..freedom my best friend..no perks should confuse what works..to be a child again..true blue until the end..
With such freedom from childhood a world survives..Peace Tony