I know disenchanted charms
Sold in the window shop at the highest dollar
Saw men turn to dogs
Salivating and panting over a gold collar
While their shoes wear out
They've been walking the hard road
Looking for a way out
And they say all you have to do is cross the tracks
Past the broken down carts covered in graf
Past the dwindling budget with a frustrating math
Yet a child still looks to the sky and dreams big
The sweet prairie air carries her laugh
d.r
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