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As Seasons Change by Danny B. Bourg
So cold the touch, as his body lays A vigil in the night, as his family prays This New York winter, saw their son Taken down by, a strangers gun
The party was slamming, the noise was a blast That ended the good times, that never last A boyfriends rage, ended their break Springtime in Florida, the tears follow a wake
In California, a summer night's cry A mother watches, her youngest son die In her arms, the last time they'd meet "Why did you wear, the colors of the street?"
The winds blowing, the leaves answer the call On the streets of New Orleans, another victim falls Feeling the shakes, drugs were the price An overdose of forgetting, that took his life
Oh, land of liberty, what do you think? Of the levels some of your children, have to sink Listening to this, does it sound so strange? That death has to come, as seasons change
Danny B. Bourg © 2007 |