The future be told, growing old with a tired back
dusty feet along abandoned railroad track
The youth always had it hard
misunderstood
never given the fortune card
Everybody got a story to tell
but no one's buying ,what you sell.
So know this:
There is always someone who judge, God, "friend" or next- of kin.
At last in your bed, pray you won't be reborn again.
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Publicerad 2026-05-18 20:14