and there he stands -a little boy,
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no shoes on his feet and dirt in his hands.
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molding dreams from the clay of his fathers,
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and fathers before him.
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and there he walks -a little boy,
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in a path already chosen.
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and in his mind the strides will all match,
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but his steps remain smaller.
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(only love will lead to love)
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behind all his notions of doubtful chagrin,
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are old pickett fences thatÍll be white once again,
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and there he waits ready for a life to begin.
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and there he sits -a little boy,
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gazing through windows.
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and all he sees in the abscence of peace,
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is a world out of reach.
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tell me whatÍs ahead where the light doesnÍt shine.
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a little boy whose lost and a life heÍs yet to find.
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what will become of his helpless cry
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as the youth of a little boy passes by?
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only love will lead to love.
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Essay
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King Konga |