Gentle Concrete

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Carry me home to a place once true.

Through the stars and thoughts so few.

Lift me from the gentle concrete,

And toward the sound of yesterday,

Where the blood will wash away,

And all your fears will set us free,

Flying into signs held high,

Bleeding words written to the tune of time,

Quiet eyes bloom beneath the unspoken goodbyes.

And I only wish to be,

Silence your cries and bury me beneath the sea,

Singing below the violence tinted skies,

To a child lost and a dream among the frost,

All my life I never thought to ask why,

Until my face was found on screen,

And was painted among broken dreams,

The gunshots became another scream,

And my breaths began to sleep underneath

The dust of time and whispers of crime,

These words I can never say,

From nights so gray to bullet decay,

I fall asleep in between the morning sun,

And awake beneath the honest guns,

Of the slipping streets and things undone. 


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