Strange Hands

Strange Hands
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Andrew Defrederico - 2019 Dec 11 15:14


Some sweat the paved way
of that road that goes on
forever in mysticated ways
blaming it on the craze

Societal demise awakens
the form of creation
that lies beyond other
worlds, kind and delicate

The way it seems to be
everyday in waking hour
a new beginning to see
happy and fighting free

Some sweat that paved way
in their years of living
And some come to take it
away from the magic man

I turn to you in your time
You need it now and you can
feel the music but you don't
know how, leave it to me

I'll explain the questions
and you will understand
what we do in this wonderful,
strange but delightable land

You will see in breaking time
how many dead and how many alive
are the ones that still seek
the meaning of you and me

Some sweat the last of us
in wondering what will happen
a journey on the blue bus
or a trip from the mouth

And you will see in breaking time
how much you've lived and how you
died, and the running man that you
are is the meaning of being laid

To rest the last ones of tomorrow
Oh, but how
Oh, but how
Oh, but how
Oh, how bout the running of the man
in this wonderful, strange but
delightable land
It's all we can
It's all we can
Do til we have another one of you
In this strange land