Testo: Andrew Justin Nicoletta. Shine A Light.
Man on the corner,
Asks me for a dime,
Change for a drink to ease his mind,
Whatever he was seeking, he didnt find,
Contemplates the dreams that passed him by
Sixteen years old, she needs a ride,
Stares out the window, feels the kick on her side!
Her time will come, her time will come,
But not this time
They take her baby,
She whispers goodbye
Everything that breathes, is born to die,
This life so beautiful, brutally passes by,
They say silence is golden,
Thats a lie,
Put a stake in the heart of darkness,
Shine a light
In this beautiful, beautiful life
In this beautiful, beautiful life
Bridge: Dont patronize me with dead end smiles
You sell your soul, but preach the skies,
Youre a Yale school, three piece suit, work boot, American lie,
Sold the war, but you cant put a price on a life
Theres a little black boy, with cardboard on his feet,
Throws a ball off a wall on a dead end street,
He was born in this country, in this country,
But he isnt free,
Hes got none of what he wants,
And less of what he needs.
Everything thats born, is a beautiful life,
We all got choices, sometimes theres nothing to decide,
They say silence is golden,
Thats a lie,
Put a stake in the heart of darkness,
Shine a light
In this beautiful beautiful life
In this beautifulbeautiful life (six times, fades out)
Asks me for a dime,
Change for a drink to ease his mind,
Whatever he was seeking, he didnt find,
Contemplates the dreams that passed him by
Sixteen years old, she needs a ride,
Stares out the window, feels the kick on her side!
Her time will come, her time will come,
But not this time
They take her baby,
She whispers goodbye
Everything that breathes, is born to die,
This life so beautiful, brutally passes by,
They say silence is golden,
Thats a lie,
Put a stake in the heart of darkness,
Shine a light
In this beautiful, beautiful life
In this beautiful, beautiful life
Bridge: Dont patronize me with dead end smiles
You sell your soul, but preach the skies,
Youre a Yale school, three piece suit, work boot, American lie,
Sold the war, but you cant put a price on a life
Theres a little black boy, with cardboard on his feet,
Throws a ball off a wall on a dead end street,
He was born in this country, in this country,
But he isnt free,
Hes got none of what he wants,
And less of what he needs.
Everything thats born, is a beautiful life,
We all got choices, sometimes theres nothing to decide,
They say silence is golden,
Thats a lie,
Put a stake in the heart of darkness,
Shine a light
In this beautiful beautiful life
In this beautifulbeautiful life (six times, fades out)
Andrew Justin Nicoletta
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