you sing your song and i'll sing mine
it's not an accident
it's not coincidence
the buried cross (roads)
where we've met and leave off again,
marked to show our present scars
we won’t recognize your past
nor allow your future
more resources towards shackles
bars, barricades, batons
when teachers become jailors
-
you’ll save yourself and ill save mine
its not an accident
it's not serendipity
it's not what we want
it's what we've been told-
you're allowed a piece of me