Sunday, June 28, 2009
MoJo
The wind that blew through my past
Of one man and his words so true
Made his way through thick and thin
The victim of a social love
How I grew to the tune of change
Strange how he made me believe
With the world singing along
The power of what you trust in
And the sense to stick to it
Come together, over me
I have no despair for him
For I have seen him suffer
The tyranny of his trade
Hard core and soft lore
Absence of childhood, prelude
Disturbing dreams of deliverance
We all need to face this creed
Of lost freedom, and alienation
He suffered for the true cause
He sang for us all, in the end
He died in the name of change
For him I say, Amen!
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