Land
In a land without voices, we fall as one.
In a land without choices, we choose to make a stand.
In a land without hope, we would not need a gun.
What will we become as we travel across this land?
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Aa Harvey (
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I mean this as a compliment when I say that reading your poem feels like listening to The Doors for me.
Well thank you, indeed. I love The Doors and I am honoured to be mentioned in the same sentence as them, so truly, thank you.
"Riders on the storm.
Riders on the storm.
Into this house we're born,
Into this world we're thrown.
Like a dog without a bone,
An actor out on loan.
Riders on the storm...
Girl, you gotta love your man.
Girl, you gotta love your man.
Take him by the hand.
Make him understand.
The world on you depends,
Our life will never end.
Gotta love your man,
Yeah..."
The Doors - Riders on the storm
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