ROBERTO DEBOURG
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Innsbrook
Roberto E. DeBourg

As a deep reminder
Of the separation
Metal crosses rising
Planting desolation

Senseless as a straight curve
Pulling all the life
Ridding of the Jacobs
Shaking up the hive

Searching for an answer
And an opened door
On a hopeful vessel
To connect the floors

Without hesitation
Kissing a new land
Learning a new background
Looking at the stars

When the chance came knocking
We were old enough
Time to plan the come back
We can too be tough

Greenup in existence
Coming from no where
Setting up the table
For the freedom herd


I will be the eagle
If the will is there
Dropping off in winter
Bold ones those who dare

Falling like a snowball
Without sight or breaks
On a scary down slope
Gather all it takes

Delicate as crystal
Hiding from within
Three stars making contact
The rule was to win

Taking all the punches
Without glory themes
You can break my spirit
But never my dreams

When the chance came calling
We were brave enough
Time to plan the come back
We can too be rough

Greenup in existence
Coming from no where
Setting up the table
For the freedom herd


When your white rag’s waving
And I speak the truth
Your belief now fading
Jacob doubled you
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Merit so deserving
Purple beating pace
Conduct broke the caging
Victory will serve
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