Isn’t it strange how princesses and kings Can clown their capers in a sawdust ring, Just like poor people like you and me will be builders for eternity. Each is given a bag of tools, shapeless lives and a book of rules.
Each must make his life as flowing ink Tumbling black on a stepping stone,
Just like poor people like you and me will be builders for eternity. Each is given a bag of tools, shapeless lives and a book of rules.
Look where the rain is falling from the sky I know the sun will be only missing for a while And I say small people like you and me will be builders for eternity Each is given a bag of tools, shapeless lives and a book of rules.
hi! this is marie rehman, I met you last weekend at peacejam…. scrolling through yr page which I don’t have the time to dig fully into at the moment, but I have to say I particularly like these lyrics. I forsee a night of insomnia ending up on this page in the near future.
Of all the stuff here, you found one of the songs that I consider pure gold. The wisdom of the lyrics is eternal. Roots-reggae gives me strength to go on. Thanks for visiting. Explore some more when you can, Marie.
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hi! this is marie rehman, I met you last weekend at peacejam…. scrolling through yr page which I don’t have the time to dig fully into at the moment, but I have to say I particularly like these lyrics. I forsee a night of insomnia ending up on this page in the near future.
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Of all the stuff here, you found one of the songs that I consider pure gold. The wisdom of the lyrics is eternal. Roots-reggae gives me strength to go on. Thanks for visiting. Explore some more when you can, Marie.
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