I leave the home of a lifetime
Like any son
I have hope and good intentions
And wandering into the daybreak
I learn as I go
To fall laughing into the water
Sticks and the stones are your broken promises
We wait too long to go from rags to riches
I am in love, I am in love with a feeling
A wild wild sky, a wild wild sky
Fences and tumble down bridges surround and divide
I wear a coat of many colours, of many colours
The sticks and the stones, our broken promises
I wait no longer to go from rags to riches
People are leaving the squalor
They’re leaving the houses and fires
And starting out
We find the waiting country
Sticks and the stones are your broken promises
I wait no longer, I go from rags to riches
From rags to riches
I go from rags to riches
Go from rags to riches
From rags to riches
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Reblogged this on idealisticrebel and commented:
Wow, this is so good. I loved your poem. Your photograph touched me. Take good care. Hugs, Barbara
Thank you.
I would easily say this is one of my fave photos that I’ve taken in ages.
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
thank you very much
My pleasure.
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Thank you
Excellent.
thank you.