There is a place, right on the hill
where taxis park, right after dark
and wait for those, who come and go
who do not know, secrets I know
Oh, you remember those days ago?
where mighty a doc was given praise
I seen the ups, I seen the downs
I seen him turn that place around
Wait
Uum,deep in my voice there is a soar
hence to speak I need be sure, a cure
But lets give credit where it is due
I seen more than most new people do
Its not just a place, it is like home
after school I use to roam and shout
and dance and sing a song
on children day I'd sing along
No man is perfect, lets stop right here
Not everything in life is crystal clear
I seen them come, I seen them go
but only few people would really know
Ya, I been there all through the years
I seen dem laugh, I seen dem tears
But lets be honest, thats the only way
nothing lasts forever, it hurts but its okay
Because.. dig this
Before the name, before the changes
before the publicity, before the damages
Before lofty structures and courts
Before the games and sports...,
A mighty hand was always there
A gentle breeze to cool the air
I know... for I was there;all through the years
before nobody ever cared.
Secrets of a place could never undastand
Until I held tight that mighty hand! He said, "come here
and hear, have no fears, let me whisper in your ears
Shh, "a man is just a man", can u undastand"?
Mythical_Poet-2012
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(Long Time Coming -2011)
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