"Guide You Home"
By Arcassin Burnham
*Have you ever met a young mellow kid*
*That goes with the flow until his dying breath*,
*Simple minded in a world corrupt and we can't do*
*Anything about it except accept death*,
*I know there's more to us*.
*Greatness grows from the dirt*.
*The country never seemed so beautiful*.
*The spirits will guide you home*.
*There has to be more to us*.
*Racists and slaughtering*.
*Some populations so polluted*.
*The spirits will guide them home*.
*Real home*.
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