Anthony August

God beats down a thunderous roar
This is not the place it was before
Oh my children what has become
Oh my children what have you done
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I cannot shed
My winters coat
At 22 degrees below
I'm still farming.....
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Siloute of my dear love
Be it true
Or is it was
Siloute of my dear love
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Looking out my front window
Where the kids were playing
The day was fine
The sun shining and clouds so blue
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I lay my gaze upon you
Loose my breathe
Such beauty
So fair
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When I'm on my bike, leather jacket, shades, I feel cool....
No helmet
I wanna feel free.
Free especially from rule.
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She wore that blue dress tonight again.
Makes my heart ache on the verge of sin.
The way it whispers on her skin.
It looks like the wind.....flirting in the rain.
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As far as the eye could see
we rode our horse comanche man and me
we rode in snow and in the rain
through the mountains and grassy plain
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My Dad left me, twenty two years ago.
It wasn't his fault, and he wasn't that old.
Drugs came in and took him, without a word.
Didn't ask any permission, Which is kind of absurd.
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Would they notice if I was gone.
It sounds just like a country song.
If they did would be relief?
Or anger, grief, or disbelief.
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Taking a break today
Everything it seems so grey
My hopeless lover's lost
Lost hopelessly in forever
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She left me
I was a mess
I screamed and I wept
It was a pity fest
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Hope, time, and faith
All things we seek
All things we crave
How do we get our desires fulfilled
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The shadows are pleading
That come from the sky
The sun is not shining
The clouds start to cry
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He is quite and doesn't have much to say
Inside he's screaming
Inside he doesn't walk away
Yet there he sits in a corner all alone
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I first seen this bird
When I was seven
His name is Donald Duck
And he's got an A.K.47
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A meadow on a cloudy day
The type that takes your breathe away
Maybe seen through a camera lens
It's cracked and that's the light that bends
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I'm holding her hand on the walk home
The night is young, cool breeze blowing
We talk about life and we speak of love
Then about loss and the ones up above
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Where did you learn that from
All that hate behind a gun
You were't born with rage
It came from someone of age
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Twas the end of summer soon
Whence shadows fall in afternoon
The beauty joyed by one and all
Also winter spring and fall
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