from Pilgrim Village by Tobin James Mueller |
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He stands there across the wide road. Just stands there, looking in the window. Every step from the subway to this very spot he has counted them all. Open up my life. He cant move on, one step closer and hes lost. He cant turn away, take his life and turn it off. Whats behind the drawing curtain? Whats beyond the shadows cast? Memories we know for certain. Futures that will come to pass. Working late every night, waiting for the right time, hiding papers in an unlocked drawer, slowly forging... Forge a new life. Forge a new life. You, there... Do you have right papers? Are they correctly authorized? Do you have the proper identification? Where do you intend on going? See the borders of your life. At the boundaries of the world, theres a man who checks your face. If youre not who he expects then your names erased without a trace. There I... at the gate. There I... waiting. There I... at the gate. Do I... pass? Whats behind the drawing curtain? Whats beyond the shadows cast? Memories we know for certain; Futures that will come to pass. Working late every night, waiting for the right time, hiding papers under lock and key. Lock and key. Forge a new life. Forge a new life. |
Step out of your life. Step out of your life. Step out of your life. Step out of your life. Open up my life. I am free... I am free... Slowly forging... |
© 2004 Tobin James Mueller
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