WE ARE

We are the lost ones

Seeking refuge in dark alleys

Told we are not forgotten

We are a past generation's hope

Asking daily for forgiveness

Viewed as misbegotten

We are restorers of humanity

Who punished betrayers of justice

Now the hangman in his own noose

We are the select few

Wandering parks and streets

Lost in a sea of endless faces

We are the faded photographs

Stored in an attic

Yearning to finish our missions

We are both the young and the old

Poised on the cliff's edge

Thinking of a last goodnight

We are our nation's warriors

Destined to become

Line-items in a county's budget

Autore: José N. Harris

WE ARE<br /><br />We are the lost ones<br /><br />Seeking refuge in dark alleys<br /><br />Told we are not forgotten<br /><br />We are a past generation's hope<br /><br />Asking daily for forgiveness<br /><br />Viewed as misbegotten<br /><br />We are restorers of humanity<br /><br />Who punished betrayers of justice<br /><br />Now the hangman in his own noose<br /><br />We are the select few<br /><br />Wandering parks and streets<br /><br />Lost in a sea of endless faces<br /><br />We are the faded photographs<br /><br />Stored in an attic<br /><br />Yearning to finish our missions<br /><br />We are both the young and the old<br /><br />Poised on the cliff's edge<br /><br />Thinking of a last goodnight<br /><br />We are our nation's warriors<br /><br />Destined to become<br /><br />Line-items in a county's budget - José N. Harris

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