Our eyes are blinded by clouds of gray.
Everywhere we go everywhere we stray.
Trucks and cars wind down our streets.
The grayness meets.
We believe it will go away so we sit and wait.
People strive to show and demonstrate.
But it’s as if no one takes the bait.
Someone, Somewhere, Someday
I believe there will be a way.
Everywhere we go everywhere we stray.
Trucks and cars wind down our streets.
The grayness meets.
We believe it will go away so we sit and wait.
People strive to show and demonstrate.
But it’s as if no one takes the bait.
Someone, Somewhere, Someday
I believe there will be a way.
TiredEternity
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