Night Crossing

You—you’ve been tied up too long

By politics of the men gone wrong.

And you are stuck to the ground you are on

There are those who would shoot you down.

Get up. Get up. Get out. Get away.

The Maker didn’t make it, didn’t mean it this way.

Freedom to move you view as heaven sent…

Cruel and unusual punishment!

You—you’ve been taught to get on

With a life set in nowhere. No life at all.

No venture. No gain. One thing is sure:

No rhyme in your time while sin is in the world.

Feel away in the dark to a secret place at night;

Summon up some thread, the fabric of your life.

And fashion out a giant bag so it will hold hot air.

Get it off the ground. Get you out of there.

Get it off the ground. Get you out of there.

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