WHO KNOWS	Date Written: Jun 1997 Sean R Evans

All along the riverside					
lilly-petal blankets, butterflies, as I cried		
Who Knows?						

Everywhere pictures look the same			
The wind, the rain, and where's the pain that I felt?
Buried in tomorrow			

The water's ripple bends the moon
as the movement plays a subtle tune in days
The chords are universal

On rocky shores of sandy gusts
The former preachers are washed up on the beach
Their knowledge cannot teach

On the edge of mountains and stormy coves
standing on the pedestal of life
Ideals shine like opal

In the halls of justice of moral caves
No master or slave can pave into the law of the land
The means to understand…me


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