I can hear approaching footsteps
The keeper of the clock draws ever near
The struggle to find someone's love
Has reached an exhausting end, I fear
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The old man rested quietly
His breathing labored and well spaced
His long gray hair spread across the pillow
Partially covering his wrinkled face
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The Ghost of Fayette Street
It was nearly midnight in late October
A single car’s light reflected off the rain soaked street
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Dark Clouds
Dark clouds on the horizon
Nowhere to run to
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Let Freedom Ring
In the Mid-Nineteen Fifties
A voice rose up from the south
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A Gaze Into The Heavens
I gazed up at the stars, late one night
Looking across the outer depths of space
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The Soldier’s eyes stared straight ahead
As the Greyhound bus rolled down the road
He was returning to his long lost life
To his family, his friends, his home
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An exhausted tattered gentleman
Walked slowly down the street
Casting his eyes downward
Just gazing at his feet
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