Aaron English

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the pilot heard the bulletin he panicked and flew off again stranding three Americans stranded and in disarray an hour short of New Year's Day there came shouts and smoke from far awaythey wandered to the marketplace in search of food or friendly face some comfort in this city far from home the stalls were closed the streets were bare but they met a drunken padre there who said the rebels held Cathedral Square
yeah hey...
terrified they begged a ride to safety down the mountainside crowded in and fled the riots the city's roar soon fell away the cluck of startled hens beneath the hay the grind of gears the sway of stars they thanked him as the night rolled past the campesino laughed and with his finger drew a circle on the seat "it's like sitting round a fire you can't see the faces of the people sitting on the farthest side you can only feel the heat"
yeah hey...
at road's end the moon a sliver slipped into a quiet river cattle lowed and huddled on the shore the village slept the indignas dreaming off the ca - arose and marigold naranja and the haze of copal "I have two souls one which wanders you're standing on the other one the rain that fell upon my father is the river of my sons and sure as this new day will dawn when the military comes tell them this is our home the road we're ever on"
we are the memory of the road we're on and just as we have the right to our beliefs the road can name us pilgrims but it cannot name the path we'll keep
a new year a new year new cup to catch the same tears pale in the January sun the road gathers itself and then gone like this moment just the past on its way to passing on
yeah hey...

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