some where along these bloody streets were my brother was murdered, walks a future leader for this country.
and down the same road there's a house built out of stars
this is a place where i don't feel alone
this is a place where i smile along
this is a place where i feel at home
still futher down the same road we bury my brother's bones to rot
but by the very same root my children will rise and fall
and when it's my time to leave and turn to dust
i hope to be berried in grounds that will remember my name
so when the farmer plants seeds of a greater generation
on my soil i'll grow the biggest tree that breathes life
and i hope the chosen one climbs it to see the world
so life should go on
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