Wendy Wetzel USA THREE Troubled soul walks the path endlessly Faceless death without blood or breath no eyes to see Time goes by she hurts she cries Another sunrise fought to win Her pride her joy her girl her boy The sun shall rise again Born they grew this gift of two bring sight as bright as day She sees through them love's strength hope's friend Lost time it fades away Faceless death without blood or breath live now be free Troubled soul one tired alone Leave her be Truth love or death at peace she'll be She knows forever she is one of three EQUALITY Victims of circumstance or prisoners of fate Are all men born equal or just taught not to hate Some men climb mountains while others are carried Which way would you choose if thorns could be buried In the end both flags are planted at the top One man will climb higher the other will stop Are all men equal, climb the mountain and see Which man will stop will it be you or will it be me
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