The smokey voice of a party girl
Too many cigarettes cloud her world
A trip to New York, my mind to clear
And settle for me what's seen from here
People on streets with signs proclaim
Hoping for bankers to flee in shame
My co-traveler's far too young to know
What things had been like so long ago.
One life can bridge gaps between now and then
And see the past coming to happen again.
But will I show courage to reveal my sight
Or will I stay silent about what is right?
We do not like our errors to hear
And it is not wise to show our fear.
So on her way this traveler will go
To parties or churches that I cannot know.
My views with me will stay 'till my end
The indifference I show is only pretend.
Her young smokey voice will sound in my ears
To remind me not all is as it appears.
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