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| The time has come.... And I must be on my way.... Don't know where I am going.... But when I get there.... I know that I'll be saved.... And I won;t have to worry.... Anymore.... I look around me.... And all I ever see.... Is symbolic symbols of destiny.... And what does it mean.... I don't really know.... But I know it won't make a difference.... When I am down on that road... This I know.... On every corner.... In every alleyway.... I hear a story to be told.... And what do they say.... Do I really care... Because every unturned stone has its own damn story.... It wants to tell... This I know.... The time has come.... I must be on my way.... Don't know where I am going.... But when I get there.... I hope that I am saved.... And I won't have to worry..... Anymore.... Ric L.Arocha... @99-29-7-RLArocha |
| Unturned Stone |
| In the misty morning...I hear the world cry While the sun rises from the west...In a burning sky The seasons have gone crazy...Everything has turned around The autumn leaves are falling...As the spring rain hits the ground Where did we go wrong...Were we just to blind to see That in everything we did her...She screamed "you suffer me" Weeping mother nature... Knows we here children will never see A world standing hand in hand... A world balanced in harmony In the misty morning... I heard our world die Cause we just couldn't seem to care... When she said goodbye Ric L.Arocha @September, 27, 1999-RLA |
| Weeping Mother Nature |