Around # 2

lost your job, lost your house,
just standing in a line.
aint got a prayer, nobody cares,
feel like you're doing time.

your family gone, now right is wrong,
what you believed has disappeared.
stone upon stone, bone upon bone,
nothing left, nothing endured.

and the world comes crashing down.
in too deep, the fearful drown.
stand up and be, or just sit down.
what goes around comes around!

poem by Eric CockrellReport problemRelated quotes
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