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I wrote these few lines without thinking. They're about a friend of mine
who ran away from home looking to make it big in New York, but was murdered 2 weeks after he got there. I want to turn this into a song. ---- I don't know you and you don't know me Out on the road is where I will be It's not that broken, lost or alone I'm looking for someplace, somewhere a home |
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I am sorry about your friend.
I love the lines and look forward to the song. |
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A Home for a Heart, Rest for a Soul,
till another time, yet to be told. Search of a Friend, a Brother and more. Hope shall Always Lead us To Heaven's Door. Timing is Fluid, Always in Change, no matter how, we ourselves, Choose to arrange. Trust Truth, Reject Fiction. Hold Hope within Your Heart. His Life has not Truly Ended... In Fact, it has yet to Start! Peace |
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