In the suburbs, in the street,
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the stranger enters, the homeless keep...
Confined, to all their impossibilities,
for the lives of all, do never sleep.
Souls admitted to themselves alone,
shed light into lifes' more shattered homes.
Who plays the shepard?
Who plays the sheep?
On a wide stage falling, to the fervent stone...
we are the ones, who are left to sing,
and never again, to sing alone.
David T. Culver